(Ash’s POV) The moment we got home, I turned to Aiden, determined to get answers. He had been acting strange for days, avoiding Lyra like the plague, and I was sick of it. "Aiden, talk to me," I demanded, stepping in front of him before he could escape to his room. "What the hell is going on with you?" He scoffed and tried to push past me, but I grabbed his arm, my grip tightening. "I’m serious, Aiden. You need to stop this. Do you even realize how much you're hurting her?" His jaw clenched, and for a second, I saw something flicker in his eyes—guilt, regret? But he turned away, shoving my hand off him. "It doesn’t matter," he muttered, his voice laced with frustration. "It does matter!" I snapped. "You’re not just hurting her, you’re hurting yourself too." Aiden’s head snapped up, his brown eyes locking onto mine. And i saw it in his eyes. "You love her," I said, my voice quieter but firm. He inhaled sharply, but he didn’t deny it. His silence was all the confirmation I need
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