Ambrosia POV
Days passed.
I waited for three days with bated breath for a response from Elijah that never came. I had tossed and turned for three nights, stressing about what might have happened that he never called or texted me after- especially as clingy as he’d been- and on the fourth night, wasn’t able to sleep a wink.
So, I broke down and texted him that morning.
Me: Were you able to rescue your friend?
His silence continued.
Anxiety turned to anger- a horrible kind of unjustified but insatiable anger that forced me to keep my feelings internalized but made me slam things around like a toddler having a tantrum. I felt ridiculous. I felt slighted. I felt like all the days I’d spent caring for him- which was not easy for me to do! – meant nothing to him.
I realized that he’
