POV: Violet
The sun had the audacity to rise like it was any other day. Birds chirped outside. Cars rolled past. Someone’s kid screamed in the courtyard.
Meanwhile, my entire world tilted on its axis because today was The Day.
Three months. Ninety one days. Two thousand, one hundred, and eighty four hours of torture, temptation, and self control that deserved some sort of Olympic medal.
And now?
Rule expired.
I lay frozen in bed, staring at the ceiling, RayRay’s arm heavy around my waist. His chest rose and fell against my back, warm and steady, like he wasn’t aware of the impending apocalypse.
How could he be so calm? Didn’t he realize the weight of this moment? The gravity? The
“Stop panicking.”
I jumped. “I’m not!”
His lips brushed my shoulder as he murmured, “You’ve been hold
