ALEX
The low hum of the plane barely registered anymore—just a distant vibration beneath my feet, swallowed whole by the hurricane inside my head. It had become nothing more than white noise, a dull ache in the background as my thoughts spiraled out of control.
I’d been staring out the window for what felt like forever, but I couldn’t tell you what I’d seen. The clouds blurred together like smudged paint, drifting aimlessly in a sky that felt far too calm for the storm raging inside me.
Cities passed beneath us, glittering patterns of light that looked like shattered glass from above, fractured, broken, and eerily beautiful. Like everything in my life right now.
There was no peace in the altitude. No escape in the view.
Just weight.
Crushing, suffocating weight.
Arrde’s silence gna
