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Luca This was unlike Lena, and I was starting to get worried now. I had tried calling her since last night, multiple times and there was no answer the calls went straight to voice mail. At first I thought she was just taking a breather but now things were getting out of hand. I had called her the first thing when I woke up this morning, sent her some texts and it was still total silence. Each attempt goes straight to voicemail, no ringing, no busy signal. Just that same robotic voice telling me Lena’s number is no longer available. It’s not her voice. Not her warmth. Not her.We were supposed to meet up today and discuss some things, or maybe she changed her mind or was just having one of those days. Alot was running through my mind, but again Lena had been through it this last few weeks and maybe all the drama was finally taking a toll on her. By the time the sun sets, I’m pacing across my office like a caged animal. My phone vibrates constantly updates from my team, a shipment c

Lena. They say starting over feels like breathing again.Whoever said that never did it the way I had to alone, broke, and choking on the ashes of the girl I used to be.It’s been three weeks since I left.Three weeks of living in this quiet little coastal town where no one knows my name or what I’ve done. Three weeks of pretending I’m not looking over my shoulder every time I walk home from the café, of lying to myself that I don’t miss the way Luca used to say my name like it meant something.I go by Emilia now. Emilia Hart.Emilia is my mom's name and hart my dad's name. No one would think to look for that because it's so obvious no one would use their parents names if they are trying to start over with no one from their past finding them. It’s just different enough that it doesn’t make me flinch when someone says it out loud.I rent a room above a bookstore from a sweet widow named Miss Clare, who thinks I moved here to "heal from a bad relationship.” She doesn’t ask questions.

LucaIt’s been thirty two days since Lena disappeared.I counted each passing day, every time my phone rang hoping it was her or the private investigator telling me he had found her. But every time I was disappointed. Not because I like the number. Not because I’m keeping some pathetic shrine of memory. But because every day without her has felt like a hollow punch to the gut. Like I’m living on borrowed time like some piece of me walked out the door with her, and I can’t get it back.I’ve had people leave before.But no one ever vanished the way Lena did.She didn’t just walk away. She erased herself. Changed her phone number. Wiped every trace. Closed the apartment. Left no forwarding address, no goodbye, no note. Not even a damn voicemail.She burned the bridge and salted the earth.And still still I haven’t stopped looking.My sister Lila hates me for it. Thinks I’ve lost my mind. “She lied to us, Luca. She stole from us. She made you weak.”But she didn’t make me weak. She made

Lena. I haven’t slept.Not really.I tossed and turned through the night, my body exhausted but my mind locked in a loop I couldn’t escape.All k could think about was Luca, he was living in my mind rent free. He knows. Luca knows where I am. He was in my front yard a few hours ago. His handwriting sits folded in the pocket of my robe, like a stone pressing against my ribs. I keep pulling it out, reading the same line over and over.“You don’t have to be afraid. I just needed to know you’re safe. ”Safe.It’s a simple word. One I haven’t let myself believe in for a long time.But now it tastes like a lie on my tongue.Because if he’s here if he found me, how long before others do? How long before the people I was running from realize I’m still alive, still breathing, still vulnerable? How long before Vanessa came for me, she hated me and still blamed me for the failure of her relationship with Luca, she wanted me to burn. Lila hated me too, she was the reason I had ran away. Ever

Lena. The gate creaks when it opens. I’ve asked a dozen times for someone to fix it, but today, the familiar sound feels like something ancient and final. Like a door closing behind me.I should’ve known the second Luca told me he found her.Not in words. Not directly. Just that look in his eyes again the one I thought had died the moment Lena vanished.But it was back.And now we’re here. Driving up the long gravel road to the house we grew up in. Home. If you could call it that anymore.I glance sideways at him. He hasn’t said much. Just focused on the road, hands firm on the wheel, brow tight. But I can feel it vibrating off him that silent ache, the tension that comes from loving someone you’re not sure you should trust.“She’s not coming with us?” I ask, breaking the silence.He doesn’t look at me. “She needed time. She’ll come later.”I nod, though the answer doesn’t satisfy me.I turn back to the window, watching the tall hedges blur past. When we were kids, I used to preten