POV: Violet
The next morning, I forgot what silence felt like.
New York was already awake when I stepped outside sirens blaring in the distance, horns screaming at the morning gridlock, voices overlapping in the endless chorus of a city that never stopped moving. But inside my chest, there was no movement at all. Just a crushing stillness, a void where breath should be.
Because I could still feel him.
Ryan.
I could feel him in the way my skin prickled, in the way my pulse stumbled whenever I turned a corner. Like his shadow was stitched into mine.
He hadn’t touched me last night. He hadn’t even tried. But the weight of his eyes, the hunger in his voice, the vow he’d thrown into the dark those lingered like a bruise I couldn’t cover.
And God help me, some treacherous part of me didn’
