POV: Violet
Three days.
That’s all we had left.
It hung over me like a clock I couldn’t stop staring at, even when I wasn’t looking at the time. Every laugh, every kiss, every mundane moment folding laundry, brushing teeth, cooking together felt heavy with meaning. Like it might be the last time.
Which was ridiculous. He’d said I was real. He’d said he wanted me. But what if those words dissolved when the final day came? What if they weren’t enough to hold him here?
I found myself watching him constantly, like proof might be written in his movements. The way he opened jars for me without asking. The way he got oddly protective of me in grocery stores, glaring at strangers like they were potential assassins. The way he whispered my name in the middle of the night, as if making sure I h
