Aisling POV
I stayed at my parent's place for a while. It took me almost two weeks to get myself together and confident enough to go back to my place. Somehow, I was terrified about facing him. I am not used to being vulnerable and raw… that's why I use my art to pour my heart in there, but I hate feeling this weak and exposed.
I made my way to school and as soon as I entered my counseling office, Cal knocked on my door. “Good morning…” He greeted me and sat on the chair by my desk.
“So… feeling better? Are you back at your place? Or are you still hiding in your parents' place?” He lifted an eyebrow and I sighed,
“I am back… and I will return to my practice and art today…” I said determinedly, and he nodded.
“That's the spirit!” He clapped and I rolled my eyes,
“So has he been
