(Fiona’s POV)

The school campus hummed with students dragging suitcases, and hugging friends tightly before scattering across different cars and the university bus for the long holiday.

But my mind wasn’t on the chaotic noise, I hadn't seen Paris since our last argument and it broke my heart, a part of me wanted to reach out to her so bad, but I knew we needed some space.

I zipped up my suitcase, then carefully wrapped the canvas of Jalen’s portrait in a soft blanket before securing it ...