ANMELDENASHER I could think of a million better ways to spend my time and having to listen to Sebastian whine about Alexander for the third time this week was certainly not one of them. I only had myself to blame because I should’ve known better than to take him seriously when he texted me to say he was in a ‘crisis.’ Especially since it wasn’t the first time this week. I watched him, my eyes swinging back and forth, as he paced the length of his living room, the speed of it almost making me dizzy. If there was one thing Sebastian Sinclair loved more than himself, it was dramatics. And right now, he was putting on a full performance. “I’m telling you, this is a targeted attack,” he said, pacing across his living room like a madman. “There is no other logical explanation.” I leaned back against the ridiculously plush couch, one arm stretched along the backrest, watching him with exasperation mixed with a little amusement. "He's stalking me. He’s attended the same classes I have for… s
ELLIOT The question hit harder than it should have. It halted my thoughts momentarily. I opened my mouth to argue and then stopped. Because I realized I didn’t have an answer. My mind drifted. Back to the time when they first died. The silence in the house. The haunting absence of them. The way everything had felt pointless. And then to the way Dad had moved on quickly. How he’d started going on dates just one year after they’d died, sneaking behind my back and thinking I wouldn’t notice. How he finally got bolder and started bringing his dates home. How he’d remarried two years after, like his marriage to mum had meant nothing. How I’d felt so… alone and abandoned. Rejected like I was never important. Then I thought about these past few months. Of Asher lying beside me. Talking. Laughing. Listening. Hugging me I thought of the way everything had felt lighter. Easier. My heart skipped a beat. At that moment, I realized something I didn’t want to admit. Before, I hadn’t s
ELLIOTFor a second, he looked like he wasn’t going to answer.Then he said, “I asked Simon.”The name immediately soured something in my chest. A bitter taste rose up in my mouth.“It’s also how I found this place,” he added.I let out a quiet scoff, looking back at the flowers.“Funny,” I muttered. “I’m surprised he even remembers.”Asher sighed softly. “Elliot—”“Don’t,” I cut in quickly, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. “I don’t want to talk about him. Not today of all days.”A beat passed.I expected him to push, to tease and annoy me as always but I didn’t expect the soft, “…Okay,” that came out of his mouth instead.Who was this person and what had he done with the Asher I knew?I lowered myself to the ground, sitting in front of the graves, pulling my knees up and wrapping my arms around them.Asher hesitated for a second before doing the same beside me.We didn’t touch but he was close enough that I could feel his presence, warm and steady.“Tell me about them,” h
ELLIOTI’ve always found the concept of grief interesting.It was an abstract thing, something you couldn’t see or touch, yet it felt so powerful, so intense and overwhelming, almost like it was alive.It manifested itself in different ways too.For a while, after Mum and Daniel died, I didn’t cry. I didn’t even feel numb or go into shock, like people thought I did.All I felt was anger. Anger at my mum’s family that never bothered about her when she was alive but all of a sudden showed up after she was dead. At the Pastor that kept telling me, ‘It’s ok, son. They’re in a higher place now, with the Lord and Father.’ At everyone that kept telling me, ‘Time heals all wounds.’It was worse at school. People kept giving me pitying looks from afar and the few that dared to come close offered their condolences and told me, ‘It’s ok, Elliot. Things happen for a reason.’That was the one that did it. I’d punched the guy who said that to me and I didn’t stop until the teachers had to interven
ASHERLight filtered through the blinds, warm and gentle, and I slowly blinked awake.At first, I didn’t realize where I was. The faint, familiar scent of vanilla and strawberries hit me, and for a second, I felt like I’d been transported into some idyllic dream.I opened my eyes, squinting against the light, and everything snapped into place.I’d come to Elliot’s room, I’d talked and he’d listened and…Shit. At some point, I guessed I’d fallen asleep. It was evening now, no longer afternoon.I looked beside me and there he was. His face was turned toward me. He was still asleep, lips slightly parted, long eyelashes casting delicate shadows across his cheeks.He looked… ethereal. Angelic. Completely unlike the mischievous, sarcastic guy I knew. His soft, pillowy lips, the curve of his jaw, the gentle rise and fall of his chest…God, it was almost painful to look at him.I felt my chest tighten. Something coiled in my stomach. I was staring at him like some kind of idiot.A lovesick
ASHERFinally.After a week buried in endless spreadsheets, charts, and presentations, I was done. Every last detail of my project was submitted, and for the first time in days, my mind felt… free.I yawned and stretched my arms above my head, watching as the rest of my group members gathered their things and prepared to leave.I started to do the same.It was a Saturday morning and we had all gathered in the library to conclude the last aspects of the project.I hated group work but I couldn’t deny I was grateful for my group members. Each one of them was willing to work hard which I loved because it certainly made this whole thing effective and fast.Still, I was glad it was over and I could finally unwind over the weekend.We had sent the entire project to Professor Bonham this morning, officially concluding the project, and I couldn’t be happier.No more deadlines. No more panicked classmates asking for my opinion. No more last-minute decisions. Just peace.“Ahh,” Rose said, clutc
ELLIOTI woke up with a headache.A dull, throbbing ache that sat behind my eyes and pulsed in time with my heartbeat.For a moment, I was afraid to move. Afraid to open my eyes.Because I knew the instant I did, everything that happened last night would come rushing back.Me coming back from the c
ASHERLife has a way of surprising you. Of giving you things you didn’t think you actually needed.For as long as I could remember, I was alright with not having a ‘complete’ family. It was just my Mum and I, and I was fine with that.But now, watching the scene playing out in front of me, I reali
ELLIOTI hated coming to the cemetery.It was always quiet. Eerily so.The kind of quiet that allowed your thoughts to spiral. The kind that allowed you to think about things you didn’t want to.But a part of me appreciated the quiet. The predictability.Even on days when the rest of the world felt
ASHERMe: I can still taste you on my fingers.I chuckled to myself lightly as I sent the message to Elliot.Sometimes he replied, other times he chose not to. But it didn’t matter. It was entertaining either way.I knew he liked them, whether he actually wanted to admit that to himself or not.If







