LOGINLiam's POV
I remembered this morning, before all of this. Sienna looked tense, her shoulders stiff, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. And now the change was real. Not because I had done anything grand. Just because I was there. Accompanying her. Listening. Not leaving.Maybe that was what she needed all along. And maybe that was what I needed too.I stopped briefly in front of a shop window, catching my reflection in the glass. There were lines of fatigue on my face, the weight ofLiam's POV The call finally disconnected.I held the phone to my ear for some seconds, even if Sienna's voice was not there. Slowly I dropped it.Silence.My office suddenly felt suffocating.I reclined in my seat and wiped my face with two hands. My head was pounding not just from tiredness, but because it all felt too weighty.Too much. Too fast. I let out a long breath.“Noah.”His name fell soft from my mouth. That kid, where did he really go?I looked at the table in front of me. Papers were stacked high. My computer was still on. Email alerts kept popping up.But my mind wasn’t here at all.It had been two weeks.Two weeks since I could truly focus on work. He was gone. I held the phone in my hand.I wanted to call again.But what for?I already knew the outcome. He wouldn’
Sienna's POVI knew he was worried too. I could see it. I knew he was thinking about Noah.We were different.I couldn't sit still. I couldn't pretend everything would be okay. He could still work. He could still go on with his day like nothing had happened.I took a breath. I tried to steady myself.I wasn't angry. Not really.It felt like disappointment. Maybe a little envy. I couldn't be that strong.I stood up. I walked to the window. I stared outside as the sky slowly changed color.Time kept moving. Whether I was ready or not."Noah."I whispered his name softly. Like he could hear me."Have you eaten?" The question sounded simple. It hurt more than anything else.I didn't know. I didn't know anything about him anymore.As a mom that felt like my failure.I put my forehead against the glass. It
Sienna's POV The home seemed way large. Way silent and much too hurtful.I was in the center of the living room, looking at the stairs Noah walked down each day. It was three days. Three days since he vanished without saying a word. It felt like years.I held the phone in my hand more tightly. The screen didn't change. No calls, no messages.No sign that Noah still remembered this home.Yesterday, Liam and I went to a police place. I still recall sitting there, my voice shaking as I explained all.Each word seemed like saying that I had lost my son.But their response still echoed in my head.“He most likely just ran away, ma’am.”"We can’t start a complete search before 72 hours."I shut my eyes. My chest got tight again. “It’s nearly three days.” I said softly.But to them it still wasn’t enough.It was j
Rachel'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
Sienna's POV I slowly turned the glass of water in front of me, watching the tiny bubbles rise to the surface. “Sometimes I feel like I have to be strong all the time. Like if I stop for even a moment, everything will fall apart.”“But it’s usually the opposite,” he said calmly. “Things
Sienna's POV As soon as we arrived at the Italian restaurant Liam had chosen, the atmosphere shifted drastically from the quiet of the library. The air inside was warm and fragrant, a blend of basil, garlic, fresh tomatoes, and toasted bread. Large windows faced the busy city street, wh
Sienna's POV At the table in the living room, Noah sat intently with scissors and tape beside him. Light blue wrapping paper was spread out, and one by one the items we had bought earlier were neatly grouped together: pencil case, notebooks, colored pencils, uniform, bag, new shoes, and a fe
Sienna's POV I stared at the small name in the bottom right corner, the cover artist’s name and my brow immediately furrowed.“Who is this?” I murmured. The name sounded unfamiliar, and there was no other information on the cover. No address, no phone number, not even a small website.







