LOGINSienna's POV
We headed to the cashier laughing softly. It seemed as though there was room within me once more. Room to breathe. Room to hope. Room to progress.We exited the café at a speed the late afternoon breeze caressing our skin. Liliana quickly indicated a quaint cake shop, across the road its retro sign gently illuminated, with the aroma of butter even before entering.“Come on, this is heaven," she remarked, pulling on my arm.The momentNoah's POVThe whisper was so quiet I could barely hear it.I felt like I had gone far this time.That morning was really quiet.I just kept staring at the ceiling hoping to find some answers. There was nothing. Just a big empty white space, like how I was feeling now.My hand was still clenched on the blanket. It started to loosen up slowly. I was really exhausted. My anger was gone too. All I had left was regret.I let out a sigh and covered my face with my hand. My chest felt tight like something was pushing on me from the inside. I kept thinking about what I said. It was too real.I said some really mean things to my mom. I told her she was always so dramatic and possessive. I said I was not happy at home anymore.I groaned softly. I turned my face to the side. I whispered to myself, "Idiot."Why did I say those things? Why did I not stop myself? I knew my mom was
Noah's POV My head felt heavy. My body too.Every time I tried to move even a little, pain spread through my entire body. But somehow, it still didn’t compare to what I felt inside.It hurt more. Far more.I closed my eyes. “I want to rest, Mom,” I said softly.I really didn’t have the strength to explain everything right now. Not because I didn’t want to. But because I knew this wouldn’t end well.“No.”Mommy’s voice made me open my eyes immediately. Her tone was firm. Leaving no room for refusal.“You’re not resting until you explain everything.”I let out a slow breath. I expected that. I turned my head slightly toward her. Her face was still filled with emotion.Tears still lingered in the corners of her eyes. But this time it wasn’t just a worry. There was anger too.“If you don’t want to talk,” she continued, “I’ll go to Rachel’s house.”My chest tightened instantly.“What?” I asked quickly.“I’ll ask them t
Sienna's POV I was lying on the bed. I saw Noah with bandages on his arm and shoulder. There were scratches on his face. It hurt my chest.“Noah." My voice was weak.I quickly walked toward him.Then I saw someone else.Rachel.She was standing beside Noah’s bed. I stopped moving for a moment.Why was she here? All my emotions got mixed up. I felt a big surge.I looked at both of them. "What exactly happened?" I asked, my voice shaking but firm.Noah glanced at me briefly. He looked really tired. "I’m fine, Mom.”That answer made me mad. "Fine?!" I repeated. "You call this fine?!”My hand pointed at his injuries. "Look at yourself Noah!”He was silent. I stepped closer. Stared at him. "Now explain everything.”My tone was firm. There was no room for avoidance. "Why haven’t you been going to college? Why did you l
Sienna's POVMy phone started ringing while I was sitting in the living room trying to calm down. For some reason today felt off. I had been feeling uneasy all day ever since Noah walked out the door.I looked at my phone. It was a number I did not know. My heart started beating right away. I answered it. "Hello?"The person at the end sounded very serious. "Good Afternoon is this Mrs. Sienna?""Yes this is me.""We are calling from the hospital. We need to tell you that your son, Noah is here because he was in an accident -"Everything just stopped."What?" My voice was shaking. "An accident?""Yes, ma'am. He is being taken care of now. We think you should come here soon as you can."My hands started shaking fast. "Yes I will be there."I do not even remember how I ended the call. My phone almost fell out of my hand. "Noah." I said it out loud softly.
Noah's POV I looked at her. I wondered why she had that look on her face. Why did she even care about me?Rachel took another step closer to me. Her eyes were fixed on me like she was scared I would fall apart. "You have done enough," she said in a voice but I could hear the firmness in it.Her hand went up a little like she wanted to touch me. She stopped herself.I let out a laugh. It was a laugh. "Enough?" The word sounded strange to me. I shook my head a little. A sharp pain went through my head. "Not yet it is not enough."I tried to take another step. My legs gave way. I lost my balance. If my coach was not holding me I would have fallen on the asphalt again."Look at yourself Noah," my coach said loudly. I did not turn around. I did not care. I was looking at Rachel."I promised," I whispered to myself. "I said I would win."Rachel shook her head quickly. This time she
Noah’s POVThe end line was coming near, more clear with each moment and I could sense it I was nearly there. My hands gripped the handles tight, my breath not steady but my brain was focused on one thing, winning.I turned the gas harder, and the pace shot up right away. The breeze hit my body while the motor loud like it was driving me ahead, giving my willpower."I can do this," I said softly, my mind getting clearer. I looked to the side and saw one rider still trying to keep up, not wanting to lag behind.No, I wouldn't let him. I pushed the speed more, not caring about the strain growing in my body as I closed the gap to finish.Just a bit more. It's nearly there. But then I saw it, a sharp turn before the finish line.I ought to hav͏e eased up. I ought to have watched the turn slowly, thought about each move like I was taught to do.But I did not. I was too fixated on the end point, too ca
Noah's POV I stared at the dark ceiling, lit only by the desk lamp I hadn’t turned off. The shadow of the fan rotated slowly above, like my thoughts replaying the same scenes over and over.Steven said he would step back slowly.Why did that sentence sound like a challenge instead?
Noah's POVRachel said that Steven used to ride a motorcycle. She was trying to balance things out. "Remember the one that broke down in the rain?" she asked.Steven said, "Do not bring that up." "I had to push it."Steven replied casually "You were
Noah's POV It was about a simple realization. I wasn’t just curious about Rachel anymore. I was starting to truly want to be part of her world. Maybe, slowly, let her into mine too.The afternoon breeze blew gently, carrying the scent of the city mixed with the faint fragrance of Rachel’
Noah's POV “Wow.” Rachel murmured softly. Tall shelves stood neatly in rows. A few students were already seated at long tables, focused on their laptops and notes. “I like places like this,” she said. “Sounds like you’re the type who likes reading.”







