Andrew’s POV —
They say good times don't last forever.
The first time I saw them, I didn’t know whether to punch someone or punch Adrian.
The photos.
Scrolling through my feed, I froze, my jaw tightening. There she was. Lily. Smiling, laughing, captured in the dim, neon glow of the Obsidian Club. Her hair catching the lights like fire, her eyes sparkling with joy—and mine in her gaze. My heart should have soared. It shouldn’t have been my blood boiling.
It was my blood boiling.
The comments below were merciless, filled with the usual mix of admiration, jealousy, and thinly veiled judgment. And in the corner of my mind, I couldn’t ignore the pang of guilt. The world could see her now. Her face, her life, her moments of trust. And I hadn’t.
Not that I could have stopped it.
I slamme
