Alexander’s Point of View
It had been two weeks since I last saw Rose. Two damn weeks without her laugh, without that messy streak of blue on her hand, without the quiet way she calms the storm in my chest.
So when I finally knocked on her door, I expected relief. I craved it just because I needed it but what I didn’t expect—was her. Sitting right there on the couch.
Alice.
For half a second, the shock hit me square in the chest. But I wore it down like armor. Didn’t blink. Didn’t twitch. Just tucked it neatly behind a smile that didn’t reach my eyes.
She looked thinner. Pale. Like life had been picking her apart one nerve at a time. She still had that same defiant glare, like she could challenge me with just her silence. I let my lips curl into something close to a grin as Rose greet
