Chapter Thirteen:

I needed some air.

With a racing heart, I quietly grabbed my black Twenty One Pilots hoodie and candy apple red converse sneakers before hastily shrugging into everything and quietly leaving the apartment.

I tried to focus on the leaves crunching under my feet as I briskly walked around outside, wandering aimlessly. I thanked God for the crisp, cool air and concentrated on inhaling.

1....2.....

What did Olya mean...she missed Vasha. What was really going on between them? As much as I wanted to believe the message was just a huge misunderstanding, my gut instinct wouldn’t let me.

3...4...

I broke into a sprint, running until I felt my lungs would burst. I had to let go of this anxiety, otherwise I might smash Vasha’s phone.

You shouldn’t have looked at it....I scolded myself sourly. It’s probably nothing.....

But what if it isn’t?

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