Nova's POV
People always say the world doesn't stop spinning when your heart breaks.
They're right.
But what they don't say—what they don't warn you about—is how cruel it feels when everything keeps moving while you're still stuck in the exact moment someone let go of you.
That was me.
Stuck.
Trapped in a silence so loud I could barely hear myself think.
Eldur was gone.
Not dead. Not missing.
Gone. Like a storm that swept through, rearranged everything inside me, and then disappeared, leaving wreckage and quiet behind.
He'd said he would leave me alone.
He'd meant it.
And now, every corner of my life echoed with his absence.
Returning to school was surreal.
The lecture halls, the coffee carts, the half-dead plants in every hallway—it was all exactly the same. But it wasn't.
Everything was colder. Quieter.
Like the world had been drained of color, and someone forgot to tell the sun to shine properly.
