Kiraの小説

By Monday morning, my nerves were a wreck.I’d barely slept the night before, tossing and turning as I replayed Asher’s words in my head — “We’ll face it together.” They were beautiful. Brave. Comforting. But they didn’t stop my stomach from twisting into knots every time I thought about what was coming next.The meeting was set for 5 p.m. at our house.My mom said it so casually over breakfast — “Tell Asher’s parents to come over this evening so we can talk like adults.” Like it was no big deal. Like she wasn’t planning to dissect every detail of my relationship under a microscope.My dad, on the other hand, just grunted and adjusted his glasses. I could tell he was uneasy too. He’d barely said a word since my ,um and I spoke last night, she probably told him. The guilt still lingered, heavy and unspoken between us.When I texted Asher the time, his reply was instant.Asher: “We’ll be there. My mom’s nervous, my dad’s pretending he’s not, and I’m trying not to throw up. So, normal.”

The silence after my mom left felt deafening.The ticking of the clock on my nightstand seemed louder than it had any right to be. Each second sounded like a countdown — to what, I didn’t know. Maybe to the moment I’d have to tell Asher that my mom wanted to meet his parents.My fingers trembled as I picked up my phone. His name glowed on the screen like it was waiting for me to make a move I wasn’t sure I was ready for.Asher Reyes.I hesitated for a moment, staring at the text box. What was I even supposed to say?Hey, my mom wants to meet your parents because she found out we… you know?Yeah. No. That sounded like a terrible idea.Before I could overthink it further, my phone buzzed — a message from him.Asher: “You’re settled?”I exhaled in relief, my thumbs moving before my brain could stop them.Me: “Yeah.”His reply came almost immediately.Asher: “Can we talk?”The three dots blinked and disappeared. Then blinked again. He was nervous too. I could feel it.Me: “Sure. Where?”A

The silence after those four words felt like a storm waiting to break.My chest tightened. My throat went dry.“M–Mom…” I started, my voice trembling. “I—”Before I could finish, she stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her with a quiet click. The sound was soft, but it hit harder than a shout.Her eyes — usually so calm, so warm — were burning. “Tell me it’s not what I think it is.”I couldn’t. I didn’t know how.Her gaze flicked to my phone on the bed, still glowing faintly with Zoe’s name. “You lied,” she whispered. “You told us you were sleeping at Zoe’s.”“I— I was—”The slap came fast. Sharp. Loud.My head snapped to the side, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The sting burned across my cheek, but the pain wasn’t just on my skin — it cut deeper, somewhere near my heart.Her hand shook as she lowered it, her breathing uneven. “How could you, Ivy? How could you deceive us like that?”Tears pricked my eyes, blurring her face. “I didn’t mean—”“What got into you?” she

The morning light was soft, golden — the kind that made the world look gentler than it really was. It streamed through the car window and painted everything it touched with quiet warmth — my hands, the dashboard, the edge of Asher’s jaw as he drove. The world outside blurred past us. Somewhere in the distance, a bird was singing. Everything felt too peaceful for what my heart was doing inside my chest.Asher’s car purred quietly down the street, the windows half-open to let in the early morning breeze. My hair fluttered against my face, carrying with it the faint scent of his cologne — that warm, musky scent that had clung to my skin since last night. Every time the wind shifted, it found me again, soft and dizzying, wrapping around me like a memory I couldn’t escape.Neither of us spoke at first. The silence wasn’t awkward. It was full. Heavy, but tender — like a song only we could hear. Every unspoken thought hung in the space between us, weaving itself into the rhythm of the road.

The cool night air brushed against my skin as we stepped out of Adrian’s house. The music faded behind us, replaced by the soft hum of crickets and the distant rush of passing cars.Asher’s hand found mine again, his fingers warm and steady. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. There wasn’t much to say. Every unspoken thought lingered in the air between us, heavy but gentle — like the pause between heartbeats.“Are you sure?” he asked quietly, unlocking his car.I looked up at him. His face was half-shadowed by the streetlight, eyes searching mine for an answer he already knew.“I’m sure,” I whispered.He studied me for a moment longer, as if giving me one last chance to change my mind. Then he nodded softly and opened the door for me.The drive felt endless and too short all at once. My heart was loud in my chest, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. Every time I looked over, Asher was glancing at me too — not with hunger or impatience, but something deeper. A quiet kind of awe.Wh

I paced around my room for what felt like hours, my heart hammering louder with every step. The floor creaked under my bare feet as I rehearsed the words in my head again and again — How do I tell my parents I’m going to a party tonight… and that I might not come home?It sounded impossible. No matter how I twisted it, I could already hear my dad’s voice: Absolutely not, Ivy.I ran a hand through my hair and groaned softly. I’d never felt so nervous — not even the night before a big exam. Tonight was different. Tonight… meant something.After everything Asher and I had been through, after all the almosts and the maybes, this was the night we’d finally stop running from what we both felt.But first, I had to make it out of the house.An idea sparked in my mind.Zoe.Grabbing my phone, I dialed her number. She answered on the second ring, her voice calm but curious.“Hey, Ivy. What’s up?”“Zoe, are you going to Adrian’s party tonight?” I asked quickly, chewing on my lip.“Uh, yeah,” she