ROSALIE's POV
It had been nearly a month since the last time I saw him. Since the day I kissed him and he stood there, as still and cold as a marble statue, waiting for me to pull away. A month since that cursed moment, and yet I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I hated him—hated how, despite everything else going wrong in my life, he still managed to occupy space in my mind, unwilling to let me forget him.
His departure had left behind too many questions, and I couldn’t seem to find the answers. I couldn’t even make peace with myself because part of me kept whispering that there had been something in his eyes that night, something I couldn’t quite grasp. But that was probably just my pathetic emotions, hoping he’d felt something too. In reality, I probably hadn’t crossed his mind for e
