VIVI’S POV

I sat in my room, frustration was pressing down on my shoulders as I stared at the glowing screen of my phone.

The call had ended an hour ago, but I couldn’t shake the image of Aaron’s name flashing across my caller ID without an answer.

The tightness in my chest only deepened as I replayed the rejection, the unanswered attempts, and the gnawing emptiness that had settled in my stomach.

The backlight of my phone came on in a flash and disappeared.

Excitement coursed through me, FULLY expecting a text back from Aaron.

The most foolish expectations of my life. Sighs.

“You were right! There's something fishy...