NAOMI’S POV
Three days passed before I felt like myself again.
Three days of Rhys making terrible tea and reading Fitzgerald in a low voice and sitting on floors – bathroom floors, kitchen floors, the floor beside his bed when I woke up at 3 AM and couldn't breathe and found him already awake, already there, already sitting with his back against the wall like he'd been waiting for exactly this. Three days of Sienna texting every two hours with check-ins disguised as memes. Three days of my body slowly releasing the fist it had clenched around my nervous system and remembering that breathing was supposed to be automatic.
On the fourth day, I woke up and wanted something that wasn't fear.
He texted at six: Coming over.
I texted back: Door's open.
Then I stood in my dorm bathroom and lo
