Raphael’s POV
Two years. Just like that, gone. It’s been two *freaking* years since Athena vanished one night. Two winters, tons of snow that came and melted. It’s like clockwork, but yeah, she’s still in my head Every. Single. Night.
The dreams? Man, they started super slow. Like, once a month maybe, if I was unlucky. Now? Now they’re like a freaking tsunami, crashing over me every night. No escape. Zero rest.
The weirdest part? She *never* says a word. Never reach out. Just stands there, totally still, like a statue. Her black hair flows in the wind, and she just stares. Like she knows something I don’t want to know. Sometimes she’s super close, like I could reach out and touch her. Other times, she’s miles away, fading into the dark. But the silence is constant.
Waking up is the wor
