Will’s P.O.V.
"She hasn’t been coming to college, you know. I just hope she’s okay after what you did to her.” Isabel says, her voice filled with concern.
And her words hit me hard.
She’s disappeared.
Because of me.
Because I pushed her away and never gave her the chance to explain.
How is she?
I haven’t seen her for three days, but it feels longer, like time itself has stretched endlessly without her. God, I hope she’s alright. I hope she’s sleeping. I hope she’s eating. I hope she’s not curled up somewhere, crying the way she cried in front of me.
I’m such an i***t.
My condition is at its worst without her. I can’t think, I can’t breathe properly, I can’t focus on anything. My whole world feels empty and lifeless. And what if she’s going through the same pain because of me? Wha
