As I sat on my couch, my mind kept replaying the image of Hale and Draven fighting. I couldn't believe it had come to that. I had asked for space from both of them after the incident, but I couldn't help but feel a need to hear Hale's perspective.
I took a deep breath and picked up the phone, dialing Hale's number. He answered on the second ring.
"Hey, Jasmine. How are you doing?" Hale's voice sounded worried.
"I'm okay, but I wanted to talk to you about what happened," I said hesitantly.
"Of course, I'm here for you. Do you want me to come over?" Hale asked.
I paused for a moment, considering his offer. "Yes, please. I need to hear your side of the story."
"Okay, I'll be there in a bit," Hale said before hanging up.
I nervously waited for Hale to arrive, my mind racing with thought
