Raphael's POV
I still went.
Not because I cared about the urgency in their messages, and definitely not because I was worried. It was something else entirely. A dull sense of obligation mixed with exhaustion, like my body was moving out of habit rather than intention. The drive felt longer than usual. I enjoyed every bit of it something I rarely did.
It kind of reminds me of the past when Lynn used to drive me aimlessly around campus when she was bored
My hands rested loosely on the steering wheel as the city stretched out before me, dressed in lights and the jolliness of the season. People moved along the sidewalks bundled in coats, laughter drifting faintly even through the closed windows.
The radio hummed softly in the background, some old Christmas song playing, I even found myself subconsciously humming to it. I was in an unusually good mood like I have a premonition. It was Christmas day. Even the air felt different today.
The word sat heavily in my chest.
