The Edge Of You のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Asher's POVI should’ve walked back home. It wasn’t far. But my legs wouldn’t cooperate, they were heavy, weakened by the adrenaline crash. I ended up in a cab instead, frozen in the backseat as the city passed in blurred streaks of light. Even now, the weight of the stranger’s wrist felt like a brand burned into my palm.My muscles were locking up in a delayed reaction to the stress.My brain was stuck on a loop, the roar of the water, the hollow desperation in those dark eyes, and the way the sleek black car had swallowed him whole.I couldn’t stop thinking about him, whether he was still alive, whether anything I did actually changed anything, or if I had just delayed the inevitable. When the cab pulled up to the curb, the sight of my house made my stomach knot. The windows were glowing with a warm amber light that felt like a mockery.I stepped out onto the pavement and stood still for a long minute, clenching my fists until the tremors subsided. “It’s fine, Asher, it’s fine,” I

Leonard's pov.The evening air hit me as I stepped out of the gallery, heavier than I expected. I walked down the marble stairs, my shoes clicking against the stone. The staircase stretched endlessly beneath me, polished marble designed to make people feel insignificant before they even stepped inside.My mind stayed behind in that alcove with the boy who had explained the painting. He was striking, with brunette hair, long lashes, and a delicate symmetry to his face that felt far too soft for a place like this.Seeing him again brought the bridge back with it. I could still feel his hands pulling me back from the railing.I hated him for it, for witnessing my lowest moment and taking away the only choice I had left."Young Master." Marcus's voice cut through the memory, sharp and professional. "You have fifty minutes. Dinner with your father and brother is scheduled for six."I didn't respond. My jaw tightened at the thought of sitting at that long, cold table.I wanted to ask why w

Asher's pov.The red ink at the top of the paper felt like a slap in the face. I stared down at the terrible grade on my quiz, the numbers blurring together as I gripped the edges of the page until the corners crumpled in my hands.It was a total mess. During the whole test, my mind wasn't on the engineering formulas at all. Every time I tried to focus, those sharp, dark eyes from yesterday flashed in my mind, followed by the heavy weight of the lie I’d told. How was I supposed to give the bracelet back now without looking like a thief or a liar?A heavy hand clapped down on my shoulder, breaking my train of thought."Hey, don't worry too much," Trevor said, leaning over my desk with a shrug. "You can get a better grade next time."I let out a long sigh, folding the quiz sheet in half to hide the shame. "You got a perfect score, didn't you?""Of course he did," Brady said from my left, neatly putting his pens away into his case.I leaned back in my chair, staring blankly at the board

Leonard's pov.The city moved past the window in long, wet streaks.I wasn't seeing any of it.My eyes were fixed on the glass but my mind was somewhere else entirely, turning the same question over and over without arriving anywhere useful. Liam never called me to his office without a reason. There was always a reason. There was always something I had done or failed to do or should have anticipated, and the fact that I couldn't identify what it was this time made the not knowing worse than the knowing would have been.I kept my hands still in my lap and my expression neutral and told myself there was nothing to be nervous about."Why did you allow that boy to stay at the café, young master?"Marcus’s voice broke the quiet. He was watching me through the rearview mirror, his hands tight on the steering wheel.I kept my face completely blank. "I just didn't want to create a scene.""If you want," Marcus said, his tone dropping into a low, protective cadence, "I can make sure he doesn'

Asher's pov.After the brief chuckle, the room fell quiet again. Leonard turned his head back to the window, his expression flattening out into that familiar, unreadable mask as he stared at the traffic outside.I leaned down and unzipped my backpack, pulling out my black sketchbook. I placed it onto the wooden surface and slid it gently across the table, stopping it right in front of him.The motion made Leonard look up from the window."The last time we talked," I said, rubbing the back of my neck, "I mentioned I’d show you some more of my drawings the next time we ran into each other."Leonard’s eyes moved from my face down to the heavy paper cover. He didn't say anything, but he reached out and flipped the book open. His long fingers turned the pages slowly, his eyes tracking the dark pencil lines of various structures and facial studies.He stopped on a page near the middle. It was a detailed sketch of an old man sitting alone on a wooden park bench. A folded newspaper sat on