Gianna
It had been a month since Nico walked out of my life, and the days since had blurred into a shapeless stretch of hours I couldn’t separate anymore. The curtains stayed shut, sealing the room in a suffocating darkness I didn’t dare disturb. I hadn’t turned on a lamp in days. Not because I couldn’t, but because I wouldn’t. Light meant seeing, and seeing meant remembering. And remembering meant feeling, and I was already drowning in too much of that.
I was living in Leo and Amara’s house now. He’d dragged me out that very day, his jaw tight, not giving me room to argue. We’d just thrown my clothes into a suitcase. I barely noticed what made it in and what didn’t. But I had grabbed Nico’s hoodie. My hands had closed around it in the last moment before we left, and I hadn’t let go sinc
