CASPER’S POV
I adjusted the buttons on my shirt and stepped out of my room, surprised to not see Rivera on the ground scrubbing like she kept doing yesterday. I didn’t know why but I half expected her to be there so I could look into her warm hazel eyes again.
I recalled how I used to be lost in her eyes growing up, and how enchanting everything about her was. I wanted to see her and ask how she was coping with her father’s loss at least, talk generally with her for hours.
Celeste had been my coping mechanism since our split but she wasn’t exactly someone who I could have an intelligent conversation with because she was as vain as ever, always chatting away about riches and her desire for more riches and beautiful dresses. I wanted to stare into the beautiful sunset with Rivera. But I c
