Aerilyn’s POV

"Did you hear what I said?" | ask when he doesn't move. His eyes narrow on me, and he takes one step forward, leaning towards the counter and he drops the box onto the surface.

"I heard," he mutters, flicking the lid off. I step back, eyeing what he's doing, and he grabs a stack of cash that's bound together with a rubber band.

"What are you doing? Just take everything and go." I reach for the box, and he drops the cash, grabs my hand, and tugs me closer.

I gasp as I stand in front of him, staring up at his steel blue irises. "I'm not going anywhere," he is fuming. "Go back to your life, Blaze." I sigh.

I don't know what he wants, or why he's here. We parted ways a year ago, and I was doing so well up until this very moment.

I did think of him, for months I waited for a text, just something small to let me know he cared, but I realized around the third month without contact that I was delusional and Blaze didn't care about me. He never cares about anyone but himself.

"What are you doi