I wanted to see Destiny—desperately. Every hour without her felt like a slow unraveling, pulling at every thread of my resolve until I was left raw and frayed. I was on the verge of breaking, clinging to the last pieces of composure I had left. Sleep wouldn't come. Peace had long abandoned me. I couldn't stay still, couldn't breathe right—not when the one person I needed had vanished without a word.
Leo tried to calm me. He promised he'd help. That he'd find her. That he'd talk to her—convince her to give me another chance. But even as he spoke, I could see the worry in his eyes, the quiet uncertainty he tried so hard to mask.
Why was she hiding from me? What had I done to make her run? I searched my memories again and again, digging through every word, every glance, every moment we shared. Nothing made sense. I didn't remember doing anything wrong—at least, not something worth disappearing over.
