Nova's POV:
I left the office late that night.
I rubbed my sore neck and walked out into the cool breeze. River City's neon lights lit up the sky. I took a deep breath and reached for my phone to call for a ride, then stopped.
Under the streetlamp nearby stood someone I knew all too well.
Liam.
He looked like a ghost of himself, dark circles under his red eyes, stubble along his jaw, his shirt wrinkled like he hadn't changed in days.
He just stared at me, full of longing and pain, and said nothing.
"What do you want?" I asked.
He swallowed hard. His voice was barely audible. "I've been watching you. Every single day."
The wind blew his messy hair across his face. His lips were cracked and dry.
"I read every article about you. I watch every interview. I check your social media twe
