LOGINSavannahBy the next morning, my head still hadn’t stopped echoing. Every thought bounced off, from Uriel’s warning, to Colleen’s cryptic words, and Julian’s distance. I tried to drown it all out by focusing on school, pretending to listen to my professors, pretending to care about not missing any more classes. But the truth was, I couldn’t shake it.The more I thought about what Uriel said, the less it sounded like a taunt and more like a dare. She wanted me to walk away. She wanted me to fear Colleen. And I hated that part of me still wondered if maybe she had a reason.By the time classes ended, I’d made up my mind. I wasn’t going to Julian, not yet. I needed to see Colleen again, face him, and find out for myself. Because if there was even a sliver of truth to what Uriel had said, then I was standing too close to something that could ruin more than just me. My father would never forgive me for being tied to anything as dirty as murder. And worse, I wasn’t sure I could forgive mys
SavannahI didn’t sleep much that night when I got back home. Every time I closed my eyes, Uriel’s voice slithered back into my head like smoke. ‘He wasn’t exiled for murder.’ The words echoed over and over, blurring with the sound of the ceiling fan and the occasional creak from the old pipes in my apartment.By morning, I’d convinced myself it didn’t matter. People like Uriel thrived on chaos. She wanted me to question Colleen, to pull at threads until everything unraveled. And I wasn’t going to give her that satisfaction.At least, that’s what I told myself as I stared at my reflection brushing my hair. My eyes looked tired, and my face was a shade paler than usual. I gave myself a small nod and muttered, “You’re fine. You’re not losing it.”By the time I reached the university, the sun was already out, and like always, the students moved around in their usual morning blur with coffee cups, laughter, and papers fluttering like wings. For a moment, everything looked perfectly normal
SavannahAlthough she was the last person I wanted to be having any conversation with, and I was sure she knew, Uriel didn’t budge. She didn’t move when I told her to leave. She just stood there in the doorway with her arms crossed and a faint smirk on her lips like she’d been waiting all day for this moment. The air between us felt strange, like the calm before something sharp. Finally, she tilted her head slightly and said, “You really don’t know who you’re working with, do you?”I frowned and adjusted the strap of my bag. “If this is about Colleen again, save it. I’m not interested in another one of your family gossip sessions.”Uriel took a step closer to me, slow and deliberate, and then heaved. “You should be interested. Because it’s not gossip when it’s the truth.”I sighed and turned away to gather my things. “You’re unbelievable. Do you ever get tired of being dramatic?”“I get tired of watching people walk into disasters they don’t understand or don’t have to be in.”That m
SavannahIt started with an email that simply said, “See me in my office, urgent.” There was no subject, no context, just that one line sitting in my inbox like a tiny time bomb waiting to go off. I stared at it longer than I should have, hoping maybe it would delete itself or turn out to be a mistake. But no such luck. Professor Maddox didn’t mess around. And she definitely didn’t send messages like that for good news.By the time I got to campus, my stomach felt like it had a permanent knot. The hallways looked brighter than usual, too clean, and too polished, like the walls themselves were mocking me for even showing up. I passed a group of students laughing by the vending machine, their carefree chatter bouncing off the walls, and I couldn’t help but think about how long it had been since I’d felt that light or even actively participated in this environment. Lately, everything in my life felt heavier, Julian’s distance, Colleen’s sudden quietness, it was like that strange sense th
JulianI spent the night pacing my apartment like a man trapped inside his own head. The city outside buzzed faintly through the windows. It should’ve been comforting, that steady background noise of people just living their lives should have filled the silence. But it wasn’t. It only made me feel more alone.Every step I took across the floor felt heavier, as if the air had thickened since the meeting. I couldn’t stop replaying the man’s words. “You’re in or you’re done.” They looped in my mind like a broken record, the kind you can’t turn off no matter how hard you try. My stomach twisted every time I thought about Savannah. I wanted to tell her everything, to just throw my hands up and say, here. This is what I’ve done. This is how deep we’re in. But I couldn’t. Not yet.And so I stopped by the window and stared at the faint reflection of my own face in the glass. I looked exhausted and pale. I’d been living off caffeine and paranoia, and it showed. My mind kept running through eve
JulianHonestly, since my last meeting with that man, I haven’t planned to meet him again. I’d hoped he would disappear like a bad dream, like one of those you wake up from with a pounding heart, swear you’ll forget, but still think about hours later when you’re brushing your teeth. But he didn’t disappear. I guess I wasn’t surprised. People like him always come back when you’re trying to convince yourself you’re out.And so later that morning, I found myself waiting in that same little coffee shop downtown, the one where the barista never remembers my order and always calls me “Jason.” The place smelled like burnt espresso and wet pavement. It was raining again, not heavily, just enough to make you wonder if the sky was trying to apologize for something. I sat by the window, watching the city drag itself through the afternoon, and that’s when he walked in. He looked like someone who could vanish in a crowd and yet command silence in a room. I raised my eyes for a moment, pretending







