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I shifted slightly so I was facing him. “I told you before, didn’t I? I don’t want to keep living as if Emily can destroy everything we’ve worked to fix. If I’m always afraid, always angry, then she wins.”Liam fell silent, as if my words were sinking straight into him.“I trust you,” I continued softly. “That’s the point.”I could see his shoulders slowly relax, like someone who had been holding his breath for too long and could finally exhale.“Sienna,” hisSienna's POV That night, I didn’t really sleep.I lay next to Liam, looking at the black roof while my mind kept whirling non-stop. Each time I shut my eyes, all I could picture was Noah’s face, hurt, tired but still hard-headed and set on his goals. The noise of blows hitting the ring still rang in my ears.I turned to my side again and again.Until Liam's voice broke the quiet next to me.“Sienna.”I faced him. He had cracked his eyes a bit, peeking at me in the dark.“You’re still awake?”I shook my head lightly.“I can’t sleep.” My answer was honest.He gave a soft breath and moved a bit nearer.“Try to take a break,” he said softly “We will go there again tomorrow.”I looked at him, wishing I could do exactly that.Sleep and Rest. Forget everything for just a few hours.But how
Sienna's POV The ride home was much more calm than when we had arrived. The gentle buzz of the motor filled the quiet of night. I sat still looking out a window at the street passing by.The city lights went by one after another.They were all weak. For some reason every one of them made me think of Noah.I shut my eyes for a bit. All I could see was him in the ͏circle. He moved in a manner. He took hits without stepping. His eyes stayed on like nothing was there except him and the gameMy chest felt tight once more. "I still can't think of it."Liam, who was next to me, glanced at me some. "What do you think?""I did not know a thing." My voice felt very weary."All this time he was going there to practice. His body turned out like that." I swallowed hard and said, "I had no clue."Liam didn't answer away.I let out a laugh. It was bitter.
Sienna'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 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.







