When Vivian Samhaulders decides to stop living the life everyone planned for her, she doesn't make a scene. She makes a list. At 3 a.m., with the city asleep and no one to stop her, she boards a train she hasn't planned for; guided by impulse rather than certainty, and a quiet refusal to remain the person she's always been. She tells herself it's temporary. Just another thing to cross off. Just one reckless decision. Then there's Alexander Fernandez. Reserved, perceptive, and impossible to read, he notices what others overlook and speaks only when necessary. And somewhere between passing stations and unspoken truths, what should have been nothing begins to feel like something neither of them can ignore. So their meeting isnt planned, and it sure as hell isnt convenient. If anything, things are going to get a lot more complicated in their lives. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.

The silence screams louder than the murmurs that ripple through the crowd. A heavy suffocating whisper that drowns breath. I see the statue bleeding stories, burdened by secrets it cannot tell. Something lingers in the air- a tremor, a shadow, waiting. **** I will find you.