Winter's POV
It’s funny how you can go from feeling completely in control to completely lost in the blink of an eye. I pull up in front of my house and stare at the darkened windows for a moment, my hands still gripping the steering wheel, even though I’ve been parked for what feels like hours.
The weight of everything sits on my shoulders—Damon, the tension between us, Kai, Sienna, Blue. All of it feels like it’s stacking up higher and higher, and I can’t breathe beneath it all.
But there’s something else too—something I haven’t been able to shake since my last message to Blue. I can't stop thinking about him. It’s stupid. I know it is. It’s just a damn poetry site, just words.
But the way he opened up to me… it felt too real. He trusted me with something that I haven’t trusted anyone
