After dropping the girls off, I sat in the driver's seat, staring out at the dimly lit parking lot. Everything felt strangely still, even though my head was buzzing with thoughts. Belle Everest Greyson? I laughed softly to myself—she actually took his last name. Guess she really was serious about Atlas. A part of me was happy for her, but another part wondered when things would get simpler for me. When I got home, Xander was still there, chatting with the "eagles" and the "tigers." It was like living in a soap opera sometimes, the way everyone seemed to know each other, with all these past relationships, shared friendships, and history intertwining in confusing ways. Xander looked up as I walked in, his expression softening when he saw me. I gave him a small smile and headed straight to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, hoping to avoid any more intense discussions for the night. Later, I found myself back in my room, scrolling aimlessly through my phone, only half-paying attention to whatever Xander was saying as he lay beside me. He was going on about some big movie project he wanted me to be involved in—something about producing with fresh talent. His voice trailed off, and he noticed my lack of interest. "You good?" he asked, looking at me with that slightly worried expression he'd always get. "Yeah, just… overthinking, I guess." But it was more than that. Axel was back in town, and even though he'd never been mine—not truly it was strange to see him after all this time. Memories flooded back, confusing my feelings for Xander and pulling me in opposite directions. Why did everything suddenly feel so… messy? As winter break drew closer, everyone started preparing for Belle and Atlas's big wedding. I tried to stay focused on helping Belle with the details, reminding myself to stay grounded and not get lost in the past. By the time the wedding day came, the scene was beautiful—a snowy backdrop, glistening decorations, everything Belle had always dreamed of. As we watched them exchange vows, I felt a pang in my chest. I was happy for her, truly, but it also made me wonder about my own path. After the reception, Xander and I found a quiet spot outside, surrounded by twinkling lights and the chilly winter air. He took my hand, his fingers warm against mine. "I know things feel complicated," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "But just… remember that I'm here, alright?" I nodded, leaning into his shoulder, allowing myself to feel a moment of peace. For now, I'd just take things one day at a time.