Aurora’s POV
Two days. Well, only a few days. Thirty-two hours, seventeen minutes. To be exact. Since I’d last seen Silas or heard from him. I thought when I asked for time apart, he’d argue it. Ensure he was still around in some capacity. Or texting me. Something. But no. He’d kept his word and respected me enough to give me the time apart that I requested.
And I wouldn't say I liked it. I didn’t realize how used I was to seeing his face or getting some annoying text from him until I’d gone without. Every few minutes, I was checking my phone. Then, I started a text to him, which I then deleted. I was going mad. I wanted to hear from him. I wanted him to show up. I wanted him.
I wasn’t sure when my disgust and hatred had changed, but they had. And it was insufferable. As insufferable as
