Winter's POV
The night feels heavier than usual when I finally sit down at my desk, the soft glow of my lamp casting a warm light against the otherwise cold room. I’ve been avoiding my own thoughts for days now, distracting myself with Damon’s therapy sessions, the weight of his silence, the tension in the air when we don’t speak about Kai, and the looming shadow of Sienna. It’s become harder to pretend that everything is fine. But there’s something else too, something that I haven’t figured out how to name.
I open my laptop, the familiar hum of it flickering to life as I type in the URL to the poetry site. It’s become my escape, the place where I can hide behind the screen and pour out everything, I’m too scared to say out loud.
Blue and Violet—our aliases that no one but us knows. I d
