SYLAS
I had no business feeling this restless.
Ash and I were supposed to be killing time... doing what nepotism babies do best: spending stupid money on things we didn't need and acting like we didn't feel the weight of real-world grief.
Tonight's distraction? Some rooftop members-only bar with a "curated vibe" and "silent disco" headphones. She was vibing. I was… not.
I twirled the last melting cube in my glass, staring through the dark tint of my sunglasses... yeah, even at night... barely listening to the overpriced synth mix buzzing in my ears. I hadn't touched the drink in twenty minutes. My fingers just clung to the cold.
Because I was thinking about her.
Aria.
I told myself I was giving her space. That staying away was the decent thing to do. She needed time. She needed quiet. She needed… not me.
But fuck if that wasn't driving me up the wall. I hadn't seen her in over two days... two days... and that silence, that distance, was getting under my skin.
