(BLUE'S POV)
The Lamborghini roared beneath me, the engine low and hungry, like it had a pulse of its own. The road ahead was empty, just a long spread of asphalt stretching through the darkness, my headlights the only thing keeping it real. I pushed the car harder than I probably should have, like speed alone could outrun the way my chest felt like it was splitting open.
Every mile away from Mason didn't just feel like distance—it felt like loss. Like something was being pulled out of me, slowly, painfully.
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel until my knuckles went pale, the leather creaking under the pressure.
'Goddess… I already miss him.'
