Violet's POV
I've resettled into the human realm—and in some ways, I've come to love it. The routine, the simplicity, the way people laugh without knowing there's a whole other world just beyond their reach. There's comfort in that normalcy, in the quiet buzz of the café where I now work full-time, in the small rented room I return to each night just a few blocks away.
But no matter how many smiles I give customers, how many cups of coffee I serve, or how much I try to blend in... there's an ache inside me I can't silence.
A hollow space that never quite fills.
Something is missing.
Someone is missing.
Losing Prince Maverick wasn't just losing someone I loved—it was like losing a part of myself. A piece of my soul that I had given willingly, blindly, completely. And now that it's gone, I don't know how to feel whole again.
