Maddox:
She’d been closing me out all week, and it was gnawing at me like something sharp buried under my skin.
Jules wasn’t the type to hide. Atleast, not from me. But the texts had gotten shorter, the distance wider, and today at rehearsal—it wasn’t just nerves. It was something deeper. Something I couldn’t reach.
And I hated it.
So after practice, I showered quick, threw on a hoodie, grabbed the box with the ribbon still tied neat across the top, and headed for her dorm like a man on a mission.
No more space. No more guessing.
I needed to see her.
I knocked twice, heart thudding harder than it should have. I wasn’t nervous around her—usually. But something about the silence before the door opened made me anxious.
Then it cracked open.
And there she was.
Juliette.
Wide-ey
