Mag-log inSienna's POV
Liam stepped closer, placing a hand on Noah’s shoulder, his gaze full of pride. “You did great today.”Noah smiled shyly, then looked at Bam, who stood a few steps away from us, clutching his new bag tightly. Without hesitation, Noah reached for Bam’s hand and said, “Come on, let’s go in. Together.”Bam looked at Noah as if he couldn’t quite believe that someone truly wanted to walk beside him. But then a small smile appeared on his face, warm and innocent. Hand in hSienna's POV The auto at last stopped in front of the spot again.The same spot that, not long ago, had made me feel like I’d lost my boy and, at the same time found him again in a whole new way of himself.I stared out the window.The low lights, the soft noises coming from inside, and the door that looked to be between our world and the world Noah picked.The auto door popped open. Noah got out first. I didn’t budge right off till my legs at last went, Liam getting out next to me.I didn’t want this to end like this.Not tonight.“Noah,” I called.He stopped and glanced back slightly.I moved near, trying to keep in check all I wished to say all at a time."Don’t miss Mommy's calls any more, okay." I said soft but strong.I gazed at him strongly, asking without really asking.He looked at me for a bit before he
Noah's POV I really ate. Slowly. A bit at a time.Not because I was hungry.But since I had to find something else to do, besides looking at their eyes.The meal at last stopped, even if none of us truly liked it. I could hardly recall the flavor of the dish I had. All seemed dull, taken in a quiet that was too thick and full with stuff left unspoken.I set my fork down slowly.Dad was the first to end the quiet. “Do you wish to be a boxing player, Noah?”The query made me raise my head right away. Our gazes touched for a bit before I moved my head side to side.“No.”My answer was short. Clear.Mommy spoke right after him.“Then why are you working out like that?” Her voice showed fear. “Your body is full of marks Noah.”I took a calm breath. My eyes quickly looked down at my hands, to the spots that weren’t all better yet.
Noah's POVThe car stopped in front of the restaurant. I looked out the window for a moment. The warm lights inside were nice. It was a difference from the training place we were at earlier. That place was not nice.We got out of the car. Went inside. The restaurant smelled good. I usually like it when it smells like food. Now I was not hungry at all.We sat down. Mommy and Daddy sat on one side. I sat across from them. It felt like I was in trouble or something. Daddy gave me the menu.“Just order what you want." He sounded calm. It felt like he was not really calm.I looked at the menu. I was not really reading it.“Anything." Daddy nodded. Then he looked at Mommy.“What do you want, Sienna?" I felt like Mommy was looking at me. Like she was trying to figure out what I was thinking.“Anything." Daddy sighed. “Alright.
Sienna's POV I looked at his face in panic, seeing the marks and bruises scattered across his skin. Some had already dried, while others were still fresh.My chest tightened instantly. “Oh my God.”I gently brushed his cheek, almost afraid to touch him. “Why are you like this?”My eyes began to burn. The tears I had been holding back finally fell. I couldn’t stop them anymore.“Three days, Noah.”My voice broke.“You disappeared for three days.”My arms wrapped around him again. Tighter.“I didn’t know where you were. I didn't know if you were okay or not.”I clutched his shirt still afraid.I kept holding him tightly, as if my body was moving on its own without control. The warmth of his body felt real in my arms, and that alone was enough to slowly break down my defenses.He’s really here.Not a shadow. Not a possibility. But real, right in front of me.“Noah.” I whispered again, my voice almost gone.I pulled back
Sienna's POV I didn’t reply quickly after my own words sat in the air. It felt like something was pushing on my chest, too full to let out but also too hurtful to keep inside.The auto kept going, but my brain had got there first.Imagining Noah.The way he stood. The way he walked. If he was still in pain, if he was eating right. Little things that used to feel normal now turned into lots of worries!I nipped my lip, holding in the tears that almost came out again.Not now.I can’t fall apart now.My hands gripped harder, nearly to the spot of hurt. Yet it helped. At least I could still touch something true.“Sienna.”Liam’s voice came softly from beside me.I didn’t turn right away.“When we see him later,” he said slowly, “try not to push him too fast.”I closed my eyes for a moment.Force.
Liam's POV I stepped closer, meeting her gaze directly.“I think I found Noah.”The words came out firm, and in an instant, her expression changed.Her eyes widened.“What?”“I’m not completely sure,” I continued, “but someone saw him.”“Where?” her voice trembled.“In front of a boxing gym.”Silence fell for a few seconds as if her mind needed time to process it.“Boxing?”I nodded. I could see everything beginning to connect in her mind.Noah’s injuries. His exhaustion. The changes in him all this time. Sienna drew in a sharp breath. “He was with me all this time.”Her words trailed off. I didn’t finish them for her. Because we both already knew the answer. “Liam,” her voice shifted, “we have to go there.”There was hope in her tone. And fear. I nodded without hesitation. “That’s what we’re going to do.”She didn’t wait any longer. She immediately turned, grabbing her bag with quick movements. Even th
Sienna's POV Soft golden morning light shone through the thin curtains. With the night still fresh in, I remained motionless for a moment while looking up at my ceiling and trying to comprehend what had occurred. It was reminiscent of how someone used to feel strange when they saw me.Th
Liam’s POVThe hallways of the hospital consistently carried a scent, a blend of disinfectant, chilly air and nervous tension that hovered like a faint mist. Each time I stepped into such a place a part of me clenched immediately. Countless painful memories remained here. Endless nights and d
Sienna's POV The way Liam was looking at me made me want to keep my eye on him and not look away. Then his fingers, having just brushed my cheek, slowly traced my jawline with an indifferent love I never expected to reciprocate from him again. The touch was simple, but it felt like unlocking
Liam's POV I remained rigid. Not a single part of me desired to embrace or console her like I once did. Instead I experienced a sense of disconnection as though she belonged to a past existence I had moved on from. Emily clutched the cuff of my shirt with her hand a







