Dos’s Point of View
Nine months.
Nine goddamn months.
And still, nothing.
Every sunrise felt the same—empty, bitter, and heavy with the weight of absence. Every sunset was another reminder that she wasn’t here. That June was still gone.
I had turned the world upside down looking for her. Every lead, every whisper, every shadow that hinted at her name—I chased it until my lungs burned and my fists bled. But she always slipped through my fingers.
The silence she left behind gnawed at me.
I lit another cigarette, pacing the balcony of my condo where I’d been working from. The city stretched out below, cold and unfeeling. My chest ached as if each drag I took scraped something raw inside me.
“Still no word?” Belle’s voice came sharp, cutting through the haze.
I turned to see her in th
