HAZEL
Never thought another day would come, when I’d be sitting across from Nick in the library, having a serious conversation. This used to be easy to do. Before we broke up, he used to find me in the library all the time. He would whine about how I study way too much while I would proceed to entertain him. We would make out behind the bookshelves. Other times, we would talk about the most random s**t.
It’s funny to think that I used to be so relaxed around him. Now, I can’t make myself relax for the life of me. I’m on edge, not just because of him but because of everything else—Asher. The nightmare. The gnawing feeling that I’m constantly being watched.
“Well?” I prompt, voice meaner than I intended. “You said you wanted to talk about the night you were attacked. So talk. Tell me abou
