MasukEmily’s POV Every turn the taxi took felt like it was winding tighter around my chest, making it harder to breathe. I kept my phone clutched in both hands, pressing redial again and again, until my thumb felt sore and my throat felt tight with unshed tears. Every time the same automated message played—the number you are calling is unavailable—a little more hope slipped away. I stared out the window at streets I’d known my whole life, but everything looked different now, darker, as if shadows were closing in around every corner. Why hadn’t Alex tried to reach me? Where had he gone? And why did Julian show up at his house the exact moment he vanished? When the taxi pulled up outside the apartment building near campus, I paid the fare and stepped out slowly, looking up at the plain brick structure. It was quiet, tucked away between two taller buildings, the kind of place where you could disappear without anyone noticing. I walked through the open metal gate, scanned the names an
Emily’s POVI stood outside the familiar iron gate of my parents’ house, my hand hovering over the latch but unable to make myself move just yet. My chest felt tight, my breath coming in short, uneven bursts. I hadn’t come back here to make apologies, or to explain where I’d been, or to fall back into the same old patterns where everyone told me what to think and who to be. I’d come for one reason only: Julian. I knew he held the answers I needed—answers about Alex, about his stepfather, about the man who had been with him at Alex’s house, about every secret that had been kept from me while I was away.But as I stood there, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over me, sharp and unforgiving, and my stomach twisted with a hollow, sickening ache. I pressed my forehead against the cool metal of the gate for a moment, closing my eyes. I hadn’t eaten anything since I’d left Paris, too consumed by worry and fear to remember food or rest. I straightened slowly, smoothed down my jacket, t
Emily’s POVI turned away from Alex’s gate, my legs feeling heavy and unsteady, every step echoing with the fear that had settled deep in my chest. I couldn’t linger there, not when Julian had vanished inside with a stranger, not when Alex was nowhere to be found and unreachable. The only person I could turn to now was Kara—someone who knew the whole story, someone who would stand with me no matter what came next. I hailed a taxi, gave her dormitory address, and sat clutching my backpack all the way there, my mind racing in circles, replaying every word, every look, every moment that had led me here.When Kara opened her door and saw me—travel‑weary, pale, and fighting back tears—she pulled me inside immediately, shutting the door and locking it behind me as if she could keep the rest of the world out. But the moment I told her everything—about Alex’s broken voice on the phone, about his mother’s passing, about his stepfather’s cruelty, and then seeing Julian walk straight into Al
Emily’s POV My fingers tightened around my phone until my knuckles turned pale, pressing it hard against my chest like it might somehow bring him closer. I’d tried calling Alex no less than six times since we’d left the gallery, every call ending the same way—the number you are calling is currently unavailable. Pierre and Mrs. Anderson walked quietly on either side of me, their presence steady and kind, but nothing could ease the cold knot of worry that had settled deep in my stomach. “He still isn’t picking up?” Mrs. Anderson asked softly, stepping closer to rest a gentle hand on my arm as we reached the security checkpoint. I shook my head, swallowing hard against the lump in my throat. “No. Not a single ring. He just… cut off so suddenly. I’m terrified something happened to him.” “Try not to let your imagination run away with you,” Pierre said gently, though his voice held the weight of understanding. “He is drowning in grief right now, Em. When you lose someone you love tha
Alex’s POV “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The words had barely left my mouth when my stepfather lunged forward, snatching the phone right out of my hand. He didn’t just take it—he wrenched it away hard, his fingers digging into my wrist, then slammed it down onto the floorboards with a sickening crack that made me flinch. The screen spiderwebbed instantly, going dark and dead. “So you’re still wasting your time with that lil bitch?” he spat, glaring down at me with eyes cold and sharp as shards of glass. “That nobody from nowhere? Even now?” “Watch your mouth,” I snapped, stepping forward instinctively, my hands curling into tight fists at my sides. “Don’t you dare speak about her like that. You don’t know anything about her.” “Or what?” He laughed, sharp and cruel, stepping right into my space until we were inches apart, his scent of expensive cologne and stale smoke filling my nose. “What exactly are you going to do, Alex? You have nothing now. Your mother is go
Emily’s POV “She’s gone, Em. My mother… she died this morning.” Those words hit me like a physical blow, ringing in my ears until everything else faded away. I gripped the phone so tight my knuckles burned white, pressing it hard against my cheek as if I could reach through the miles and pull him close. Through the line, I heard him break—ragged, tearing sobs that made my own throat ache, raw and unguarded in a way I had never heard from him before. It felt cruel, impossibly cruel, that only minutes ago I had been smiling and agreeing to new beginnings, while his whole world had just crumbled to dust. “She’s all I ever had,” he choked out, his voice cracking completely. “My stepfather… he was never really there for me. And now… now I don’t have anyone. I don’t know how to breathe, Em. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” My mouth opened and closed, words sticking thick in my throat. I wanted to scream that I was here, that I would come, that I would hold him until the pain
Emily’s POV Alex was carrying me through the pulsing club lights like I weighed nothing.One strong arm wrapped under my knees, the other supporting my back. My cheek pressed against his bare chest, still warm from where I’d collapsed into him moments ago. The bass vibrated through his body into m
Emily’s POVMy legs felt loose and heavy at the same time as I stumbled back toward the bar. The music pulsed louder in my ears, each beat slamming against my skull. Kara’s warning from moments ago still rang in my head, but I pushed it away. “Another one,” I told the bartender, slapping my hand
Emily’s POVMy body moved on its own, hips swaying harder than I ever had before, arms raised like I could push the pain out through my fingertips. The bass thumped inside my chest, matching the angry beat of my pulse. Sweat clung to my skin. The black dress rode up my thighs with every sharp turn
Emily’s POVI stared at myself in the mirror and barely recognized the girl looking back.The tight black dress Kara lent me hugged every curve, short enough to make me tug at the hem nervously. My eyes were still puffy from crying, but I’d managed to cover most of the redness with makeup. Lip glo






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