- Zayn -
I sat on the couch, my mind racing with the whirlwind of events that had unfolded. The space beside me felt like an echo of her absence, a reminder of every laugh we'd shared, every moment that once filled our little sanctuary. Now, it was just solitude pressing down around me, wrapping me in a blanket of grief that I desperately wanted to shake off. My phone buzzed insistently on the coffee table. I grabbed it, my heart racing at the possibility that it might be Lizzie's, but it was just Aria checking in. Her text was both reassuring and sobering: "Just wanted to remind you that I'm here to pick her up. Call me if you need anything." I appreciated her support more than I could express, but it was Lizzie's voice I craved—the sound of her laughter, the way her eyes would light up
