Elizabeth’s POV

The next morning, the school felt different.

I walked through the gate slowly, my heart heavy, the sound of my shoes echoing against the wet pavement. The rain had stopped, but the ground still smelled of it. Every corner reminded me of him — the hallway where he used to pass by, the faculty window where I sometimes saw his shadow. Now it all felt empty.

Without Sebastian, the campus looked colder. The laughter of students, too loud, too normal for a day that ...