Third Person POV
Maya had been trying to reach Lucian for hours, but his phone was something he kept for necessity's sake, never actually using it, usually leaving it forgotten at home. He should be there now, shouldn't he? It was Saturday morning.
Panic clawed at her chest as she stood at the school's gate bus stop, scanning every passing car with desperate hope. Maya always acted tough, hiding her feelings behind a calm, strong front. But when she truly cared about someone, her love became her biggest weakness. Only Lucian knew that side of her.
Two hours of waiting, pacing, and fighting back tears. Two hours of watching the empty road hoping he might stop by the school while her mind conjured increasingly catastrophic scenarios.
"I should've planted a tracking device on his car," she muttered, her voice cracking with frustrated anxiety.
When his phone finally buzzed to life in her trembling hands, she nearly sobbed with relief.
