Asher’s pov ;
Few days later ;
Frustration had taken root in my chest and refused to budge. It felt like a constant weight, weighing me down with every breath. No matter how hard I tried, Vivian remained cold and distant whenever I attempted to talk to her.
She seemed so unreachable, as if she had locked herself behind a wall of ice. It was like grasping at sand, only for it to slip through my fingers time and time again.
Ever since she saw that damn photo with Lila, she had been avoiding me like the plague. The tension between us was palpable, thickening the air whenever we spoke or looked at each other. I hated it. I hated the way she pretended not to care, when I knew deep down it was tearing her apart.
"Damn it, Vivian," I muttered under my breath as I ran a hand through my hai
