It had been three days since we got back to L.A. Three long, dragging, miserable days. And I hadn't been the same.
I’d tried everything to keep myself sane. Morning runs that left me breathless. Solo dates where I dressed up just to sit alone in a restaurant booth, pretending the silence beside me was someone else's voice. Late night walks through parks, watching strangers laugh and argue, just to convince myself the world was still spinning.
I kept moving, thinking if I kept my body busy, my mind would fall in line.
It didn’t.
Liam stayed lodged in my chest like a splinter I couldn’t dig out.
The worst part? We weren’t even dating. Not officially. Not by any normal standard. But the silence between us felt worse than a lover’s fight. At least lovers fight because they care. Liam’s si
