Ryland's P.O.V.
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"Again?" Mom asked as I walked through the door.
I ignored her, and slammed the door shut. Then I immediately headed towards my room.
"Ryland! I am talking to you!" Mom shouted at me.
I continued to ignore her. I made it to my room, and slammed the door shut. Then I locked it, and sat down on my bed.
I'm still so damn angry. About everything.
It's been over a week since Nasha's been home. I haven't talked to her or seen her once. It's literally killing me.
I miss her face and her smile. I miss hearing her giggles and the way she scrunches her face up when she's angry. I miss her soft voice, and that beautiful brain of hers. I miss her lips, and touching her, and the little reactions she had only for me.
I miss Nasha s
