Soren’s POV
The night felt heavier than usual. The city lights blinked against the black sky, but my chest carried a strange emptiness. Adrian hadn’t said much since the argument that morning, not a text, not even a call. It shouldn’t have bothered me this much, but it did. The silence between us felt like a wall I didn’t know how to climb.
I stood by the window of my apartment, watching cars move like veins of light. My reflection in the glass looked tired. My eyes were dull, lips pressed together like I was holding back words I couldn’t say.
When I finally sat on the couch, I saw the sketchpad lying open, the last page I’d drawn was of Adrian. His eyes. His hands. The way his smile barely lifted one corner of his mouth. I ran my fingers across the pencil lines, then shut the book be
