Stefan sat on the small balcony of his room in Ethan's house, the warm coastal breeze brushing against his skin as the soft sound of ocean waves echoed in the distance. He had barely touched his breakfast. The eggs had gone cold, and the toast felt like cardboard in his mouth.
He wasn't sure why, but something felt…off. His heart felt heavy. He naturally would've thought it was what happened with Ruby the previous day but he could swear it wasn't.
It was a strange kind of restlessness stirred in his chest. He had spent the last two days thinking solely about Ruby, trying to keep his mind away from Zeden, from Ivy and from the memories that refused to leave him alone.
He rubbed his temple, trying to focus, but a nagging feeling kept tugging at him. What could it be? Or was Ruby in trouble? Should he go and check in with her even if she might likely throw him away again?
He was still contemplating on that when his phone vibrated.
