Rosalia’s POV:
“Just so you know,” Ash mumbles as I pass him in the hall as we get ready to go back. “I still hate this suicidal plan of yours. Vehemently.” He looks at me to see that I’m trying to work out what to say. The memories he shared with me are still poking at the raw edges of the wound they’d opened up, and I wasn’t quite okay again. “Rose?”
“I hate it too,” I angrily wipe a few tears from under my already bloodshot eyes and look at him with more tears brimming. “I hate this all so f*****g much. It’s not something I want to do but something I have to do. I hope you understood that.” I say in a biting tone, my sadness giving way to a wave of unfair anger “Guess I was wrong.” I brush off his hand when he tries to apologize, still in too much of a volatile state to want to be aro
