LOGINSienna’s POV
The phone in my hand felt heavier and heavier, as if it had turned into a massive stone crushing my chest without mercy. The photos Emily sent were still open on the screen Emily wearing Liam’s shirt, Emily pressed close to him, Emily smiling happily as if the world had finally started spinning in her favor again. And the most piercing one of all was the last photo, where Emily wrapped her arms around Liam from behind in a hotel corridor.Everything looked far tSienna'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
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 POV I thought again of Sarah’s words—that I had to find what I was looking for. At first, I’d laughed at the idea. I didn’t think I was searching for anything. But now I realized—maybe I was searching for a home. Not a building, but a place where I felt enough, where I felt accepted
Liam’s POV It’s been a week since Sienna left, but to me, time hasn’t moved. The days feel empty. The house remains the same, yet hollow. Too quiet. Too still. I haven’t touched the coffee sitting on the table since this morning. It’s grown cold. I sit in the living room without turning
Liam’s POV Noah’s small body trembled, tears rolling down his cheeks one by one. Suddenly, I felt completely hollow.This pain… it wasn’t just about Sienna. It was about Noah too. About the wounds I had now passed down to our son… because of my own blindness.My mother rushed to Noah, kneeling a
Liam’s POV I tried to keep going, to stick to my routines as if nothing had changed. But the truth was, every morning when I woke up, I had to force myself out of bed. Every night, the silence in this room quietly judged me. No more light footsteps from Sienna. No more aroma of her favorite







