That night, when Asher called, I couldn’t bring myself to pick up. I didn’t want to fall into the same pattern I had before—ignoring him to get him to give me what I wanted. But tonight, I just... couldn’t.
When I woke up the next morning, my phone was full of missed calls and messages from him. I finally called him back, forcing myself to sound normal, to enjoy the time we still had. Because deep down, I knew the truth—this wouldn't last. The next time I saw him, I’d have to break his heart.
So I told myself to hold on to this moment. To Enjoy these few more days. Pretend it was still us. Pretend I wasn’t about to shatter everything.
He was so excited. Said he was getting a swing for his arm now that the metal had been removed. He could finally move more freely. He said he’d come to se
