Weird.
Javier stood there, unmoving, staring at the hallway Liana had just walked down.
Liana's never like this.
She always carried herself with grace, with discipline—but never like that.
Not with that smile.
That empty, polite smile.
She never shows that to me.
She would always come looking for me. No matter what.
Even when he skipped training.
Even when he teased her.
Even when he flirted with others.
She'd scold him. Nag him. Pull his ear.
But her eyes… always held something else.
Warmth. Concern.
But now…
Did I do something wrong?
His chest tightened.
Well… I did. A lot, maybe.
But even then, she's never looked at me like that.
Never walked away without at least one last glance.
I have to ask her.
Javier turned and made his way quickly through the halls.
He reached Liana's room, knocked once—
Then opened the door.
Empty.
The bed was neatly made. No sign of her belongings moved.
Javier clicked his tongue and closed it gently.
Not here…
