Seraphina's Point Of View
It had been two weeks since I said yes.
Two weeks since my life quietly cracked open and rearranged itself without asking my permission.
Two weeks since the Chairman looked at me like the decision was already made long before I opened my mouth, and maybe it was. Things had moved fast after that. Too fast for my heart to keep up, too efficient for me to pretend this was just another opportunity.
Approvals were signed. Files transferred. Logistics settled.
Rose's transfer had gone through almost immediately too. When she told me, she'd burst into my apartment like a storm, eyes bright, voice shaking with excitement.
"You're not getting rid of me that easily," she'd said, throwing her arms around my neck.
And I'd laughed, relief flooding my chest so hard it almost hurt.
Now? Now it was real.
I was home.
Packing.
My childhood room didn't look like my room anymore.
It looked like a place that had already started forgetting me.
