Vincent Ainsworth POV

A searing ache claimed my chest as I looked at her. I stopped towards her and cupped her soft cheek in my palm.

Something crushed me on the inside, burning my chest, suffocating me, and I felt unable to breathe or move...

Why was it hurting me so badly like she was part of me?

She was getting impossible to avoid, making my head in complete turmoil. Those 3 months going without talking to her was like freaking hell for me. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't think straight of anything.

I even stalked her like a creep for god sake! To the library, to the door of...