Alice’s POV
Two weeks later
It was just a few days before the New York Got Talent art exhibition.
I was going—not as a Vilemort student, but as a lone artist.
Leah, Jane, and I had gone out to celebrate. They were ecstatic, and honestly, I tried to match their energy. But my thoughts kept drifting. Drifting back to him. To Brian.
Two whole weeks, and not a single text. Not one call.
In the first few days after I left his place, every time my phone chimed, my heart would leap—only to crash back down when it was never him.
No “Are you busy?”
No “What would you like to do today?”
Not even a “I have a surprise for you.”
The silence was the loudest response he could have given me.
Some nights I cried when the weight of it all became too much. The kind of crying that hit me in waves,
