Keifer's POV
London was quiet tonight.
Rain kept tapping against the window like it had nothing better to do.
I was sitting at my desk, phone in my hand, but I wasn't really looking at it.
Just thinking.
Jay-Jay.
That name always stayed in my head longer than it should.
We weren't what we used to be anymore.
Not close. Not together. Not enemies in a clear way either.
Just… in between.
My phone buzzed with a report.
I answered after a few seconds.
"Report."
A voice came through.
"Section E is stable. Jay-Jay is fine. Nothing unusual."
I stayed quiet for a moment.
"…Nothing unusual," I repeated slowly.
"Yes."
I leaned back in my chair.
That word never meant anything when it came to her.
Because she always looked "fine" even when she wasn't.
I exhaled and looked out the window.
Then I said quietly, more to myself than anything,
"…I told her not to meet Cyrus again."
Silence on the line.
I clicked my tongue lightly.
"And then what?" I muttered. "She still lets him around her like nothing happened."
I shook my head slightly.
Cyrus.
Her ex.
Even hearing his name felt unnecessary.
Not because I cared about him.
But because I knew exactly what kind of problem he was.
The kind she always pretended wasn't a problem.
I stood up and walked toward the window.
London lights blurred through the rain.
Far.
Too far from her.
"…She never listens," I said under my breath.
But it wasn't frustration only.
It was something worse.
Something I didn't like admitting even to myself.
Because no matter how much distance there was between us now…
the moment I heard his name near her again…
it still bothered me.
A lot.
I closed my eyes for a second.
"…Jay-Jay," I muttered quietly.
Not a warning.
Not an order.
Just her name.
Because even now…
I still couldn't fully step away from her story.
Even when I was supposed to.