Elizabeth’s POV

The days that followed Sebastian's departure felt endless.

I stopped counting them because they all looked the same — quiet, heavy, and slow.

Each morning, I woke up hoping something would change. Maybe he would text me. Maybe he’d look at me in class. Maybe he’d stop pretending I didn’t exist.

But every time I saw him, his face was calm and distant, as if I had never meant anything to him.

I tried to stay strong, but it hurt.

I missed the way his voice ...