The evening sky outside Selena's courtyard bled with the color of crushed rose petals, soft hues sinking behind the stone walls like fading hopes.
Inside her room, Selena sat quietly, her face gloomier than a storm-washed window.
Her thoughts spiraled in silence, tangled in regrets she couldn't untangle.
She had made up her mind—finally—to go and speak with Leo. She had hesitated long enough, stewing in uncertainty and stubborn pride.
But when she gathered her courage and searched for him, he was nowhere to be found.
Again.
And again.
It was like chasing a shadow on the edge of dusk—every time she reached for him, he had vanished.
The weight in her chest felt as if someone had dropped a stone into her soul. It was heavy, cold, unmoving. Her hands trembled slightly as they rested on her lap, delicate fingers curling and uncurling as though trying to grasp at hope.
