One Hundred and Forty

Asher’s POV

This was it, the height of the avoidance I could do, really, but I was trying to prove a point to May, that she needed me as much as I needed her.

She was the other half of me I didn’t know before, or maybe I did, but didn’t want to accept it then. Back then, she would have been the one trying to get me to see her, now I was the one, and I thought avoiding her would make her see me.

But it was killing me, really. I just want her to come to me already, and it was what I had been waiting for.

Brent shook his head at me as he sat in front of me with his glare on me. “Just what the hell are you doing to yourself, Asher.” He asked.

“What I think would work!” I said, but was it really working. "Look, Brent, I know it seems crazy, sounds so, even, but I need her to realize how much she means to me and I can’t do that if she doesn’t want me," I replied, frustration evident in my voice.

I didn’t care right now, as long as I put it out there. I was tired of having to explain myself