MICHEAL'S POV
I wasn't supposed to be there.
I was just walking by the park, cutting through like I always did when heading back from Jayden's place. It was supposed to be a regular night. Headphones in, mind on nothing important. But my house felt stuffy and damn too quiet. It always did. So I decided to get some air. To just move around and clear my head. But then I saw her.
Ashley.
She was sitting on a bench with some guy. I stood there, stuck in place, the weight of what I was seeing nailed me to the ground. Then I took slow steps closer, pulled out my earbuds, and watched from a distance.
I noticed Ashley shifted slightly, just enough to put space between them. But not enough to quiet the storm rising in my chest.
Was this a date? Was I too late?
I hated the way my mind spira
