LOGINLeo’s POV
I knew something was wrong the moment I heard about the accident.
It wasn’t even clear information. Just noise at first—students talking over each other, rumors flying around campus like they always did. A car crash. Someone almost got hit. Someone from the scholarship dorm.
That was all it took.
Ryker.
My jaw tightened as the thought settled in, sharp and immediate. I didn’t even question it. I just reached fo
Ryker’s POVI don’t know how long I walked.Minutes.Hours.It all blurred together.By the time I slowed down, my legs felt heavy, like they were barely holding me up. My chest ached, harda tonot from running anymore, but from something deeper. Something I couldn’t shake off no matter how hard I tried.I felt… empty, the kind that hurt.The kind that made everything feel pointless.All I wanted was a bed.A quiet place.Somewhere I could just lie down and stop existing for a while.I dragged a hand down my face, exhaling shakily.This wasn’t real.It couldn’t be.People spread rumors all the time.This was just another one.It had to be.I shook my head, trying to push the thought away, but it didn’t work.
Leonardo’s POV“Leonardo, are you even listening to me?”I blinked.Catherine was looking up at me, her lips curved into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.“Of course,” I said automatically. “You were saying something about the architecture building.”She tilted her head slightly.“I was saying this is the third time you’ve shown me the same place.”Right.I exhaled quietly, shoving my phone back into my pocket.“Then consider it a thorough tour,” I replied flatly.She laughed softly, linking her arm through mine like it was the most natural thing in the world.It wasn’t.Nothing about this was.We started walking again, her heels clicking lightly against the pavement while I scanned the crowd without meaning to.Students.Groups.Noise.Faces.None of them were the one I was looking for.My hand slipped into my pocket again, fingers brushing against my phone.Still nothing.No messages.No missed calls.Nothing from him.My jaw tightened.“You know,” Catherine said lightly, gl
Ryker’s POVNo.No, no, no.That didn’t make any sense.I walked through the hallway like my body was moving on its own, my mind stuck somewhere else entirely.Leonardo Rizz is engaged.The words echoed over and over again, louder each time, like they were trying to force themselves into something real.But they weren’t.They couldn’t be.It had to be a rumor.People liked to talk. People liked to exaggerate. This was school—rumors spread like wildfire here.That was all this was.A rumor.It had to be.“There’s no way…” I muttered under my breath, my steps uneven.My heart was beating too fast.Too loud.Everything felt… off.Like the ground wasn’t steady beneath my feet.&l
Ryker’s POV(A few weeks later.)“I still don’t understand why you have to go back so soon.”My mom’s voice followed me around the house as I zipped up my bag. She stood by the doorway, arms folded, eyes scanning me like I was making the worst decision of my life.“School resumed, Mom,” I said simply, not looking at her. “I can’t just stay here forever.”She scoffed loudly.“School, school, school. As if all that nonsense is going to change anything.”I paused for a second, then continued packing.“It will,” I said. “That’s the point.”“Oh please,” she waved her hand dismissively. “I dropped out and look—I’m still alive. You think those rich kids there care about you? You think you belong there?”I sighed softly, dragging my bag to the edge of the couch.“It’s not about them,” I said. “It’s about me.”She laughed, but nothing about the moment was funny.“And what exactly are you going to do, huh? Since you have everything all figured out.”“I’m going to be a lawyer.”The silence that
Ryker’s POVMy world tilted.“My mom gave my room out for rent?”The man—Jerry, apparently—just shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. Like he hadn’t just casually rearranged my entire life.“I pay for it,” he said, scratching his stomach. “So yeah. It’s mine for now.”I blinked at him.For a second, I thought about arguing. About telling him to get out. About reminding him that this was my room, my space, the only place in this house that ever felt remotely mine.But the words didn’t come.Because deep down, I already knew how this was going to go.I let out a slow breath.“…Right.”I stepped past him carefully, avoiding contact, and went straight for the small cabinet by my desk. My fingers moved automatically, grabbing the bottle of bleach and the old rag I always kept there.“Don’t touch my stuff,” he muttered from behind me.I paused.Then nodded once.“I won’t.”My voice came out flat. Empty.I didn’t look at him again as I walked out of the room.Back downstairs, I went straight t
Ryker’s POVThe key was still where we always left it—tucked under the faded welcome mat that had long since lost its color and purpose.I stood there for a second, staring at the door.It felt… strange.Like I had stepped out of one life and into another entirely, and now I was being forced back into the old one whether I liked it or not.My grip tightened around the key before I slid it into the lock and turned.The door creaked open.And immediately—The smell hit me.“Jesus…It was thick. Stale. A mix of sweat, alcohol, something rotten, and something I didn’t even want to identify. It clung to the air like it had been sitting there for days… maybe weeks.I stepped inside slowly, my nose wrinkling, my stomach twisting.The







