Mag-log inSienna's POV
My stomach felt warm and happy when we were done eating. The food was really good. Noah had eaten a lot of food. He even finished two bowls of the corn soup that Noah made for us. That corn soup was delicious. Liam turned off the oven after we were done using it. Then Liam cleaned up some of the kitchen. I started picking up the plates and the forks and taking them to the sink so we could wash them.I said to Noah, “Do you want to help Mommy wash the disheRachel's POVMy mother did not answer. She looked at me with a face but there was something in her eyes that I could not understand."That is why?" she said finally "if he still wants to push himself then it means he has already made up his mind."I became quiet again. My mothers words sounded cold and too sensible."Sometimes," she said softly, "people like that will not stop, no matter how worried we are."I swallowed hard. My chest felt tight. "So we are just supposed to do nothing?" I asked quietly.My mother gave a smile. "Not nothing. You need to know what you can and cannot do."I frowned. "What do you mean?""Yes," she said. "There is a line between caring about someone and getting too involved in their life."I looked at my mother trying to understand what she meant."You are allowed to worry about Noah. That is normal. Do not feel like you are r
Rachel’s POV It has been three days. Three days since Noah ran away from the hospital. Three days since his parents came to my house with expressions that I just cannot forget. I am standing by my bedroom window staring at the garden without seeing anything. My thoughts keep going to Noah and his last message. [I’ll continue boxing training.] I bite my lip. "That is crazy." How could Noah do that? He was just in an accident. His body has not recovered yet. Still he ran away. Now he is training again? My hand tightens around my phone as I open the chat again. Noah's message is still there. Short and casual as if nothing is wrong. As if he is fine. Noah is not fine. I let out a breath and my emotions got all tangled up. I feel annoyed at first, sharp and immediate. Beneath that I feel something else. I am worried about Noah. If he wants to prove something why does he have to do this? Why does he have to hurt himself like that? "Noah is an idiot." I whisper to myself. I try
Noah's POVMy shoulder hurts my stomach hurts my face hurts. Even breathing is hard.I am still here still holding on.The locker room door. Someone walks in but I do not look up right away.I hear footsteps and then a bottle of water appears in front of me."Drink!" My coach says.I look up at him. He is standing there with a blank face like always.I take the bottle without saying much. “Thanks."I drink the water away and it feels good on my dry throat.We are quiet for a seconds and then my coach sits down across from me.He is watching me. I can feel his eyes on me.I close the bottle slowly. Put it down and my eyes go to the floor for a moment before I look up again.The room is quiet. All I can hear is our heavy breathing from training.My coach is still looking at me. His eyes are not as sharp as they wer
Noah's POV The scent of sweat and fake leather struck me as soon as I walked into a training room.The ring was still there. Just like always.Shiny lights hung over it, showing each spot with no place to hide.I took a big breath. My body right away complained.The hurt was still all around. My arm felt big, my belly got tight each time I took a deep breath, and the cuts from yesterday’s mishap still hurted.But I kept going ahead. I didn’t have the time to stop.“You’re late.”My coach’s voice came from the ring.I turned. He was there, arms crossed, looking at me closely.“Sorry,” I replied shortly.I put my bag on the floor and started to wrap up my hands. My moves were slower than normal.Not because I was lazy. But because it hurt.“Get up!”The command was brief.I didn’t answer
Siennas POVIt was quiet again.Liam spoke up after a while.“I will make dinner.”I shook my head even though Liam might not have seen me do it. "I do not feel like eating.”A few seconds. Liam did not say anything. Then Liam came into the room.“You need to eat something." Liam said.I turned to look at Liam.And before I knew it my voice was a little stronger. "I said I do not feel like eating.”My voice was a bit harsh. I did not have the energy to say sorry.Liam was quiet for a moment then he nodded a little. "Alright.”Liam did not say anythingThat made my heart feel even tighter.I leaned back on the sofa. Stared up at the ceiling. Time passed. I did not know how much time passed. All I knew was that I could not stop thinking.Wher
Sienna's POVI was afraid.Scared to open that door and really feel how empty our home was without Noah.Scared to see the truth that Noah may not get home today.Tomorrow.. Who knows when.I closed my eyes for a moment held my breath then opened them“Liam," I called softly.He glanced at me.“If Noah really pulls away." I paused, my voice trembling again, "can we still bring Noah back?"The question hung in the air, Heavy and Painful.Liam looked at me for a few seconds. Didn’t answer right away. Maybe because he knew there was no answer to that.I gave a bitter smile.“Sorry." I said quietly. "I’m asking many questions."I took a breath again then exhaled slowly trying to calm myself trying to accept the situation even though I knew I wasn’t ready.When the car finally stopped in front
Liam's POV I shook my head. “I’m not treating you like a stranger. I’m treating you like someone who used to matter but no longer stands in the same place in my life.”That made her shoulders tense slightly. She let out a short, bitter laugh. “You’ve always been good at wrapping reject
Sienna's POV I stared at Liliana for a few seconds, trying to swallow the warmth that suddenly rose in my throat. Liliana rarely looked this sincere without slipping in sarcasm, so seeing her eyes sparkle like that made my chest tighten but in a good way.Liliana set the cover back down
Liam's POV “Emily, I’m not eating here. I’m going back to my room.”She looked up at me, her expression stiffening. “You’re going to leave me eating alone?”“I need to rest.”And more than that, I needed to leave before this situation became even more tangled.Emily le
Emily's POV Liam was still standing in front of me, his face tense, the look in his eyes making it obvious he hadn’t enjoyed a single second of what had just happened. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that later, the world would see him differently.“Are you still dizzy?” Liam a







