Vivienne's POV
The phone felt heavier in my hand than it should have, and honest to God, for a second there, all I wanted was to chuck it against the nearest wall. Yes, the phone did nothing to me asides the fact that it was gotten for me by Ronan, and that I was about to use it to do something risky, that would eventually bounce back on me, and in the worst ways possible too.
God, I hated my life.
My thumb hovered over the screen of the damned phone. Everything had been put in place, from the words to the proper emojis, all that was needed, was the guts to actually send it.
Come on Vivienne. I muttered to myself over and over again. It's just a text. You can do this.
If that wasn't the biggest lie I'd told myself then I had no idea what else would suffice. What I was about to do
