*Ari's POV*
I felt like a spy. Whenever I wanted to check up on Arian, I had to peek through his door, ensure he was sleeping, and sneak in. If I was unlucky, he'd wake up and tell me to leave the room. If I was with someone else, he wouldn't acknowledge me. I was crestfallen.
My only chances were at night, and I'd fall asleep while watching him. I wanted him to tell me what bothered him, or why he was avoiding me. But I couldn't bring myself to speak to him.
That evening, I was sitting on his bed with his head lying on my lap. He had been complaining for days that the ground was too hard, and I secretly cushioned his head while he slept.
From the light of the lantern, I explored all the details of his face - every crease and fold, and even the scratches and eb
