Chapter 2The Long Way Home

I was always slow on the uptake when it came to Asher.

I couldn't pinpoint when it started.

Maybe it was because he knew I was lactose intolerant.

Because he was the only one who called me during holidays.

Because he carried me down six flights of stairs when I had a high fever.

Always going to class together, eating together.

Or maybe just because...

He was Asher.

Seeds germinate silently in the soil.

By the time you notice, the vines have already entangled everything.

We left for class together.

At the fork in the road, he bumped my shoulder.

"Let's grab dinner tonight."

"With my girlfriend."

There was always someone by his side.

I blinked slowly.

And nodded.