NOELLE
We're halfway down the street when Azren suddenly slows down. His hand tightens around mine so hard it almost hurts. For a second I think he's just distracted. Then his fingers slip from mine. He staggers and drops to one knee, my heart sinking.
"Azren!"
He grips his head with both hands like he's trying to crush his skull between them. I drop beside him instantly, my hands flying to his shoulders.
"Azren, what's wrong?"
His skin is too hot. Sweat beads along his hairline, and his breathing is ragged. He's been like this the whole time. The realization hits me like a slap to the face.
He's been sick. And he still spent the afternoon making sure I had the perfect date.
"You i***t," I whisper tearfully, pulling him into my arms.
He leans into me immediately, his forehead press
