Adrian POV
I can't sleep.
Haven't really slept since I saw that photo sent to Jules. Three nights of staring at my ceiling, replaying every mistake.
I roll over, punching my pillow. It doesn't help.
My phone sits on the nightstand, dark and silent. No messages from Jules. Not that I expected any.
But I can't stop thinking about her face when she sees those photos. Can't stop imagining her believing the lies.
I sit up, running my hands through my hair.
This is torture. Every day watching her from across campus, knowing she's suffering, knowing I put her there.
Coach Stevens's words echo in my head. "You're not being noble. You're being a coward."
He's right.
I grab my phone and check Jules's i********: again. Still nothing new. Her last post was from September, back when we were s
