Author's POV:
"Why are you here, Wilder?" Blue asked. She was afraid that he was here to blame her once more, she was afraid to see how massive his hatred for her had grown.
Wilder felt shocked, he didn't think Blue would ask him such a question. But it wasn't just about the question she had asked him, it was about the tone in which she had used to ask him. It felt distant, like she didn't want him here.
Why wouldn't she want him here? That was a question Wilder could not answer.
"Because I want to see you. I... how are you doing, Blue?"
Blue stood up from the floor, and at first she wanted to go to him, but then she turned her back to him and sat down on the bed. "I'm fine."
Why wouldn't she come to him...
"You don't seem fine," he voiced. Wilder wanted nothing but to go to he
