POV: Violet
The world didn’t end that night.
It just shifted. Quietly, like a breath caught between fear and truth.
When I finally closed my eyes, I dreamt of fireflies again — flickering gold lights dancing through the fog. I heard someone calling me Firefly, a voice low, familiar, wrapped in warmth and danger. And when I turned, I saw him — Ryan — standing at the edge of a silver field beneath a blood-red moon.
Then everything burned.
I jolted awake.
Sweat clung to my skin, my sheets tangled around my legs. My alarm hadn’t gone off yet, but dawn was breaking — gray and silent, painting my walls in shades of uncertainty.
For a moment, I just sat there, heart pounding, mind spinning.
Because that wasn’t just a dream. It was the same field I’d seen when I touched him yesterday.
And
