LIV'S POV

I sat at my desk, fingers frozen on the keyboard, the blinking cursor taunting me with its rhythmic flashes. The blank screen stared back like it knew I was a fraud.

The designs that usually poured out of me effortlessly now refused to come. My head was cluttered.

Not with deadlines or aesthetics, but with one name and it was Viv.

Where the fuck was she?

Even though a part of me wanted to scream ...