APRIL's POV
Waiting for him was like waiting for a train that would never come. An empty station. A destination I knew I’d never reach.
And yet, I waited.
Not because I thought the train would arrive, not because I believed that one day he would turn around and see me the way I saw him. I waited because waiting gave me hope. Because the anticipation of seeing him, the thrill of dressing up knowing he might glance my way, the rush of excitement that filled my chest every time our eyes met—that was enough to keep me standing in this desolate place.
Even if I knew, in the end, it would only lead to a black hole. A black hole named Silas. And one day, it would swallow me whole.
The club was packed, pulsing with heat and life. Laughter and conversation blended into the deep bass of the mus
