Eldur's POV
It's been fourteen days.
Fourteen days since she looked at me like I was death itself.
Fourteen days since she ran from me, trembling like I'd shattered her entire world just by existing.
And maybe I had.
I sat outside her apartment again, for the third time this week. The scent of sunflowers and that lavender lotion she always wore clung to the air like a ghost that refused to move on. I'd memorized every creak of the building, every flicker of the hallway lights. It was pathetic. Even Aethros, the wolf inside me, had stopped offering commentary. That was a sign.
She hadn't called. Hadn't texted. Hadn't even sent one of those passive-aggressive memes she used to lob at me when I made fun of her for dog-earing her book pages.
Nothing.
Just… silence.
She'd called in sick to work. Skipped class. Vanished like she was trying to erase every trace of where our worlds had collided.
And damn it, it hurt.
