"Grief is just love with nowhere to go."
They say you get over it.
Time heals.You'll love again.It gets easier.
Lies.
Because Evren knows the truth: some people aren't meant to be replaced. Some loves aren't made for second drafts. And some goodbyes echo louder than any hello ever could.
He still talks to Cas in his head.Still dreams of him in fragments.Still wakes up reaching for a hand that's no longer there.
Sometimes, he forgets Cas is gone.Just for a second.That's the worst part.
And yet—life doesn't wait.
There's a boy in the back of the art room now.He never speaks.Never asks questions.Just draws with eyes full of silence that look far too familiar.
Evren tries to ignore him.But pain recognizes pain.
And when that boy passes him a torn note one rainy afternoon, it's like someone rips the world open again.
"You don't have to talk. I hear you anyway."
Evren doesn't want to fall.Not again.Not when he's still bleeding.
But some love stories aren't loud.They live in the quiet between heartbeats.And sometimes, the quiet is louder than anything else.