MasukEmily's POV
I got into my luxury car with a harsh movement, slamming the door harder than necessary. The scent of genuine leather and the overly cold air conditioning greeted me, but none of this luxury made my chest feel any lighter. I kicked off my heels carelessly, propping my feet up on the seat with an indifferent attitude.Willy was already sitting in the front seat.“Miss Emily,” he said cautiously, as if every word had to be measured to avoid triggering an explosion. “ShaNoah'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 POVAs soon as I stepped outside I took a deep breath. The morning air felt fresh. My mind was not calm at all.I put on my helmet. I got on my bike. The engine. It made me feel excited.I closed my eyes for a moment. I thought about Rachel, the promise I made to her all the training I did and the pain I felt. Today I would show her what I can do.I opened my eyes. I started riding my bike without waiting. There was no going now.The sound of engines was loud as I entered the racing area. I could smell the asphalt, gasoline and heat.This place was full of energy. People were everywhere cheering and shouting. The other racers were already ready.I stopped my bike. Took off my helmet. Today I would find out if all my hard work was worth it.My eyes looked around the crowd until I found Rachel.She was standing near the stands, alone. She looked very elegant. She
Noah's POV Today is finally here.I stood in front of the mirror taking a breath as I adjusted my jacket. My helmet was already in my hand. My gloves were resting on the table.My heart was beating faster than usual. Not because I was afraid. Because this was something I had to win. One of the things I had promised Noah had to do.I looked at myself in the mirror. There were still bruises on the corner of my face and my body felt tired. My eyes were full of determination.I said to myself. "I have to win."Without waiting longer I stepped out of my room and headed downstairs. Soon as I reached the living room I saw Mom already standing there as if she had been waiting for Noah.My steps slowed slightly."NOAH!" I Looked at mommy.."Where are you going now?" she asked, her voice calm but filled with suspicion.I let out a breath. "I am going out for
Sienna's POVI looked at Liam closely. "Including Noah.”It was quiet between us for a moment. Liam did not say anything for a second.Then he spoke again. "Our job now is not to hold Noah back, " he said in a soft voice.I frowned. "Then what is our job?”Liam said, "To give Noah a chance.”I could not believe what I was hearing. "A chance?" Liam added, "Time.”I shook my head quickly. "Time for what? To move away from us?”My voice got louder again. "Our job as Noah's parents is to guide him and not let him get lost.”Liam looked at me intently. "I am not letting Noah get lost.”His voice was still calm. It was firmer now. "I am making sure Noah does not feel alone.”I stopped talking.Liam kept talking, "You are worried. I know that.”He looked at me with eyes. "That is normal.”I lowered my head a lit
Sienna's POV I stood in the living room, looking at the stairs where Noah had gone just a few seconds ago.The noise of his steps was gone now. His room door must be closed. And weirdly that only made the tightness in my chest more bad .“Liam this isn’t good.” My voice was low but full of weight.I did not turn back but I knew he was still there behind me.“What isn’t right?” he asked calmly.I turned to face him immediately. “All of this.”My hands closed up without me seeing it. “The way he acts. The way we let him.”I stared right into Liam’s eyes. “You always pick his side”Liam took a long breath. “I ain't on his side Sienna.”"Then what?" I said fast. My voice began to go up again."You keep saying 'just let it go' 'he will tell us' 'give him some time,' how long, Liam?"I stepped closer. “Can’t you see he’s changed?”
Sienna's POV The room became quieter when I glanced at her. The outside noise echoed with only the faint sound of traffic, while inside they were simply talking to two friends who had been through a lot.It dawned on me that Livia was more than just an editor or a writer.She witness
Sienna's POV My laptop was open in my work chair, and I stood there with half-written sentences on it, as if someone was pushing me. My fingers were no longer holding the keyboard and I was not typing. The tone of Liam's laughter, warmth in his voice during the conversation about Noah' s pla
Sienna's POV Livia’s gaze soften͏ed.“Sienna, writing ain’t a forecast. It's a pick. You can pick a joyful ending or a sour one, that’s your choice. But don’t let fear trap you. If you keep back, this tale will always seem half cooked.”My hands gripped the side of the table. I
Sienna's POV The morning sky was soft and slightly cloudy, but the sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating a warm glow on the house's exterior. The scent of jasmine from a pot on the porch, the sound of trickling water from the small pond, and the breeze that felt like memories w







