Adrian's POV
It had been three days. Three days of silence.
No calls, no texts, no sign of her. Anya was just...gone.
I’d texted her more times than I cared to admit, each message more desperate than the last.
August 28
10:00 AM
Adrian: Heyy?
11:30 AM
Adrian: What’s up, Dory? Forgot you study at Larkspur?
Yesterday
2:00 PM
Adrian: Everything okay, Anya?
2:30 PM
Adrian: Anya...
2:30 PM
Adrian: Come on, I know you have your phone with you.
Today
11:00 AM
Adrian: At least reply.
11:00 AM
Adrian: Stop worrying me.
11:00 AM
Adrian: Everything's gonna be fine, okay?
11:05 AM
Adrian: I’m not joking. I’ll be at your doorstep if you don’t reply.
Nothing.
Not a single response.
Even Hazel had vanished, leaving me with nothing but questions. The waiting gnawed at me, but I wasn’t leaving the art studio. Not until I had answers.
The door burst open, and Tyler stumbled in, his face pale, his breathing ragged.
“Adrian,” he gasped, bending over as he struggled to catch his breath.
“What?” I snapped, the tension in me finally breaking loose.
“It’s Anya,” he managed between gulps of air.
I was on him in an instant. “What about Anya? Breathe later. Talk now!”
“She’s...quitting art,” he blurted, his words hitting me like a freight train.
I froze. “What?”
“She’s quitting art,” he repeated, his voice firmer this time.
My mind went blank, then spiraled. Quitting? Anya? No. No fucking way.
My fists clenched as I paced the studio. Why?
And then it hit me. Her dad.
The call. That damn call. I’d seen it on her face the last time I saw her—the way her shoulders slumped, the way she couldn’t even fake a smile and the way she left the changing room without a word!
I turned to Tyler, my jaw tight. “Why is she doing this? Is it because of her—”
“Her family,” Tyler cut me off.
Family? No. This wasn’t her family. This was him. Her damn dad!
I ran a hand through my hair, pacing faster.
You idiot, Adrian. You should’ve asked her. You should’ve known.
My eyes caught on her paintings scattered across the floor. Each one was unmistakably hers—vivid, raw, filled with so much emotion it made your chest ache.
This was the same girl who could paint emotions better than most people could feel them.
And she was quitting?
No. Not happening.
_____________________________________
My phone buzzed.
11:20 AM
Anya: Don’t. And I’m fine.
Fine?
Fine?
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RomanceTeaser ;) The office is quiet, Adrian stands at the desk, fiddling with some papers for a documentation project while Anya stands across from him, looking uneasy. The principal, Adrian's father, is still absent, which leaves the two alone. Adrian l...
