Maddox:
Monday came like a slap to the face.
No answers. No texts. No Juliette.
The world kept moving around me, business as usual, while I was still frozen in the wreckage. I started the day the only way I knew how—by going to her dorm.
I stood there outside her door, staring at the blank wood, willing it to open. I knocked. Waited.
Nothing.
I texted. Called. Knocked again.
I could hear her phone, but there was no movement.
Just nothing.
Eventually, I left. Not because I wanted to, but because standing there made the ache in my chest worse.
I went to the gym next. Threw myself into the weights, the treadmill, the punching bag—anything to feel something other than the silence she left me with. But it wasn’t the same.
The energy was off. The room felt colder without her laugh ech
