Cassian POV
I didn’t follow her this time.
Not because I didn’t want to but because I could tell she needed space, again.
I just stood there, frozen at the door of the closet, her words echoing in my head like bullets.
"I’m not a problem to be solved."
She was right. God, she was so right.
I leaned back against the wall and dragged my fingers through my hair, trying to breathe past the lump in my throat. I hadn't meant to make her feel…owned.
Or trapped ... .I just wanted the world to know I was with her. That I chose her, that none of those videos, none of their jokes matter, neither will it change what is going to happen between us, but maybe I was doing it all wrong.
I stayed in that damn closet until the halls were quiet and my breathing was steady enough to pretend I was fine
