~Hazel~
I couldn’t sleep for nights despite being under house arrest. Asher wouldn’t speak to me, Zane only checked in once his brother was away and anytime I asked him about Tyler, his mood would suddenly change.
Not even the guards or maids could tell me about his fate. Yes, I knew he was shot but a part of me couldn’t accept that he was gone till I saw his grave or atleast, his ashes.
“Hazel, you can’t keep grieving like this.” Zane pointed out after the long silence that ensued between us.
“You shouldn’t tell someone how or when to stop grieving.” I cautioned him with a long face.
I had been so scared to check the mirror as I might just get horrified by my own reflection.
“I’m sorry but I’m only trying to help. If Asher sees you like this, he would only get more irritated.”
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