-Kyle Vale:
The longer we moved, the harder it got to breathe normally.
It wasn't the dancing.
It was him.
Caspian was still the same as always—calm, unreadable, almost detached in the way he observed everything happening around him. His gaze kept drifting past me, not in a dismissive way exactly, but in a way that made it painfully clear where his attention naturally went. The wedding, the lights, the people moving between conversations—he noticed all of it with the same quiet focus.
Just not me.
And that realization settled somewhere in my chest with a slow, uncomfortable weight.
At first, it was subtle.
Just a thought.
Then it became harder to ignore.
Because I was standing this close to him, holding him, moving with him under the lights, and still feeling like I was on the outside of whatever world he actually existed in.
