เข้าสู่ระบบZara; found him. Days had passed since we last heard from Noah.I wasn’t myself anymore. I kept texting and calling, but his phone had been off for days. He didn’t show up at school. We went to his apartment, even checked the basement, knocking over and over, but the door never opened.People were already gossiping about him at school, whispering like they knew the truth. As expected.Jace and I still weren’t talking properly. He had sent apology messages, and I accepted them. I understood, at least that’s what I told myself. He said he was protecting me as a friend, so I didn’t want to blame him. But I couldn’t bring myself to have a real conversation with him, not until I found Noah… or at least knew where he was.I had been staying at Riley’s apartment since then. Some nights, I tried to hold myself together, but I always ended up crying anyway.“I think we need to start putting up posters about Noah,” Riley muttered as we walked back from school. “Or better still… approach his da
Jace's pov; pointing fingers. I wasn’t sure where everything went wrong. But I had promised myself one thing, I was going to show the world who Noah really was.From the very beginning, something about him felt off. I couldn’t explain it, but I had this constant ick, this feeling that he was hiding something dark. And I was right. I dug and dug until I finally found it, just a tiny piece of information, but it was enough.Enough to prove he was a murderer.I was confident. Proud, even.I thought once Zara knew the truth, she’d finally see him for what he was and come back to me. Any sane person would leave a murderer immediately. That’s what I believed.So I exposed him.I stood there at school, watching everything unfold, then went back to the apartment, waiting patiently for Zara to come home to me once reality hit her.But that never happened.Instead, she defended him. She took his side. That was the part I never saw coming.I felt furious. Humiliated. Like absolute trash. Zara
Zara; his father's fault. I was inside the cab, tears dripping more than I could control. No matter how many times I knocked, he never opened the door.Even the cab driver kept stealing pitiful glances at me through the mirror. I looked away, embarrassed, broken.I had no choice but to go back to the apartment.When I got there, I found Jace sitting in the living room, almost like he had been waiting for me. The moment he saw me, his lips curved into a small smile as he stood up with his crutches and tried to pull me into a hug.“I told you, Zara,” he said softly, reaching for me. I stepped back immediately.I looked up at him, my vision blurred with tears.“What did you find?” I asked, my voice cracking.“Zee, exactly what you heard me say. I told you that guy is dangerous. He murdered his sister,” he said confidently, like it was already a proven fact.I shook my head slowly. My chest felt tight. I couldn’t breathe properly.“No… I don’t believe that,” I whispered. “How sure are yo
ZARA; mean My heart sank the moment Noah said those words. I didn’t even know what I was feeling anymore, shock, fear, devastation, everything crashed into me at once.“Stop it, Noah. I..” I reached for him, but he shifted his hand away.“I’m serious,” he said firmly. “I don’t deserve you. My life is a mess. I don’t deserve happiness. I don’t deserve anything. I can’t drag you into this. You’re better off without me.”And then he turned and walked away.I stood frozen for a moment, my mind spiraling out of control.Did Noah actually murder his sister? Is he really a killer?No. No, he can’t be. That doesn’t make sense. That isn’t him.My feet moved before my mind caught up.“Noah!” I shouted, chasing after him, my breath coming out uneven as I ran. I found him near the edge of the event grounds.I grabbed his wrist, forcing him to stop. I wouldn’t let him end us like this,not without a fight.“Noah, don’t do this,” I pleaded, my voice shaking, tears threatening to spill.“I’m sorry,
Noah; A year ago. “You are the worst father that ever lived! I hate you and I don’t want to be your son!” I shouted, turning away. He would never try to make things right. Every time, he only made them worse. I didn’t understand why the universe cursed me with his name, with his blood. I never asked for this life. I never asked for this family.“Get back here, Noah!” he snapped as I stormed out. I couldn’t.Tears burned behind my eyes, my blood boiling, my chest tight. It was too much. I pitied all of us, Mom, Ray. None of us asked for this. And yet he was so good at turning everyone’s life into a living hell.I slammed into my car and sped off, gripping the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping me together. Everyone thought I was born into perfection, the golden son of a perfect family. If only they knew. If I had a choice, I wouldn’t belong to this one.I pulled up at a bar and downed shot after shot until the world blurred. Maybe alcohol would silence the noise. Maybe
NoahA year and three months ago.“Dude, that party was massive!” Mark laughed from the passenger seat. “When are we hosting another one? I can’t wait to bring all the girls around. How about we host it at your place next? We’ve never been there.”My hands tightened around the steering wheel.“Stop it,” I snapped.The rush from the party, music, laughter, adrenaline, dropped instantly. From a hundred to nothing. I hated it whenever he brought it up.“What are you hiding, Noah Reyes?” Mark continued, completely oblivious. “Why can’t we ever visit your house? Everyone already knows your dad is strict. If that’s what you’re scared of”“Just shut up, Mark.” My jaw clenched. “We have plenty of places to host parties. What’s your obsession with my house? I’ve told you countless timesit’s not an option.”“Why?” he laughed lightly. “Is there some big family secret we should know about?”I slammed the brakes.The car jerked to a stop.“Get down,” I said flatly.“Noah”“Get down, Mark.”The ton







