CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE:Ollie’s POVThe night dragged like it didn’t want to end. Every time I closed my eyes, the screen flashed behind them — the messages, the rush, the hollow silence that followed. I kept turning over, trying to find comfort, but there wasn’t any. The air felt heavy, and my room was too quiet. I could hear my own heartbeat like a drum in my chest.At some point, I gave up on sleep. I just stared at the ceiling, tracing the faint cracks above me, counting them over and over until my thoughts blurred. I wanted morning to come, but I also dreaded it. Because morning meant facing school again. Facing him again.When the alarm finally went off, it didn’t feel like waking up. It felt like just changing scenery. I moved through my routine slowly, like my body was there but my mind was somewhere else. The mirror showed me what I didn’t want to see — eyes dull, skin pale, lips pressed tight like I was holding something in. Maybe I was.The walk to school was quiet. The street
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