Kelvin’s POV
It had been three days.
Three long, aching, echoing days, since Diana slammed the door, metaphorically and literally, on everything we had.
Or almost had.
She is ghosting me. She hadn’t returned my texts. Left every call unanswered. Not even one of her cryptic memes or late-night study links. Our chat sat cold and empty, unread. Unseen. Unfelt.
And every hour of that silence carved a little deeper into me, like wind cutting stone.
She’d told me. Abegail had threatened her. Not just emotionally, something darker. Something dangerous. Something real.
So why the hell would Diana keep something like that to herself, only to push me away after finally admitting it?
It didn’t make sense.
Now, I was more than hurt. I was furious. At Abegail. At myself. At how Diana’s voice s
