CASSANDRA’S POV.
The last twenty four hours have felt like three years. Every second counted, and it counted slowly. Kyle dropped me off late this afternoon, because he wanted me to sleep for at least two hours cause I had found it difficult to shut my eyes for even a second.
Kyle stupidly thought my request was because I needed a distraction. He said he does not want to ruin our friendship, that what we have now is the best, and that he has spent months keeping himself in the friend zone and if I indeed care about him, I would not let him get into something he would most definitely never be able to get out of.
Apparently, Kyle has liked me for a long time even before he finally got the courage to write to me through the window of his room.
On my part, I think I never realized becau
