LESLIE’S POVMy phone practically burns under the intensity of my gaze on it. I haven’t taken my eyes off its screen in the past hour, simply because I cannot get over that one word right below the last message I sent to Kian. It says it’s been read but there has been no reply for the past hour sin
I do not argue, I merely nod. My phone alerts me of a text message and I instantly look at it expecting to be disappointed but I feel the exact opposite of that when I read the text from Kian asking if I could meet him at our usual spot. “Are you okay?” Travis asks and I put my phone away quickly,
KIAN’S POVThere are places men like me shouldn’t be seen. Places that sully the reputation that took years to build from the very foundation; a psychiatric hospital for example. I never thought I would say this but my reputation is now the least of my worries when I have a literal maniac on my hand
He seems to mull over my words for a few seconds before returning to his computer and typing furiously on it. It feels like I got ignored for a moment until he finally returns his attention to me. “As a guardian, you have the right to admit her long-term treatment without her consent. From what you
LESLIE’S POVHe’s waiting by his car outside, bouquet of flowers in hand. Violets, my favorite. His suit is well-tailored as always but it’s as though he put more effort into fitting perfectly into one today. As though he wanted so badly to impress me. His hair is slicked back in a totally differen
Fuming, I reach into my purse and fling the pictures along with the invitation card at him. The rest fall to the ground but he manages to catch one of the pictures and the invite before they slip down his chest. I close my eyes but my memory still burns from the images of them coming out of the hosp
KIAN’S POVLeslie’s back is the only part of her I hate. That’s because the only time I see it is when she’s walking away from me–from my life. And I’ve seen her turn her back on me too many times to know that the pain I currently feel in my heart could kill me if I let her go again. By the time I r
BEVERLY’S POVA bleak world greets my eyes the moment they open, followed by an onslaught of pain in every part of my body. A groan follows the realization that I can’t move any of my limbs as it seems like they have been forced tightly together by the force of a rope that can break through skin to