Eighty Four

Asher

I stared down at my phone, pacing back and forth across my room, frustration mounting with every passing moment. He hadn’t answered any of my messages. Was Devon still sleeping? He shouldn’t be sleeping this much, should he?

Me: How are you feeling?

Me: Are you awake?

Me: I need to see you. Please let me know when you feel up to a visit.

Me: Devon.

Nothing except that little notification under my messages that said, read.

Me: If you’re going to leave me on read, you should just turn off your fucking phone.

Three little dots appeared, dancing on my screen and telling me he was...