Mason’s P.O.V.
The silence was different today.
I laid sprawled on the couch, eyes closed but not quite asleep. My body was heavy, numb even, as though my limbs didn’t truly belong to me. Veronica had left an hour ago—or maybe more. Time lost meaning in this place. She’d told me she’d be back soon, that I should rest.
"I’ll bring back your favorite," she’d said with a kiss on my forehead. Her touch meant nothing. It was warm, but void.
I’d nodded, not because I wanted to—but because that’s what I was supposed to do. That’s what she had told me to do. And I always did what she told me. There was no rebellion, no argument. Just a dull ache inside that begged to feel something, anything. My mind was a blur, like fogged glass keeping my thoughts from forming clearly. I couldn’t remember wh
