𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 (Ash Trilogy #3) ✔️

22

Snow and I were late to our class together the next morning. Our professor gave us a death glare, the same one who scolded Snow on her first day. We sat next to each other. I acted like I didn't notice the looks I was getting from other people, but I saw them clearly.

I believe the word has spread over campus of my possession of Snow. Ever since I punched that ugly fuck that sits in the front row in his stomach, no man has come up and talked to Snow. Which is in their best interest, as I think I'd stab them to fucking death until I physically exhausted myself. 

She's mine. We may not be together, but she's mine. We have our own thing going on, something that's us, without an official title. 

She has been spending nearly every night in my bed lately. Every night she's with me is another night worth living. 

A smile on my face. Something that used to be so foreign. But now, as I walk down the street to go and see Dr. Levigne, I smile so widely. Things with Snow are perfect. Dr. Levigne is going to be so happy for me.

I enter the building. The secretary behind the desk just smiles at me without saying anything, knowing I already knew what way to go. All of the other offices I pass are empty, Dr. Levigne being the only one who works this late. 

"Lucien," she smiles at me while I enter the room.

I take a seat across from her, with a table between us. She notices the smile on my face and asks, "What is it?"

"Things are going perfectly, Dr." I grin. "With Snow."

She nods. She pulls out a notebook and pen, just like she had done last time, which I didn't understand. 

"Tell me all about it," she requests, her pen ready.

I ignore the pen. I tell her happily, "We're spending every night together. She tells me I'm the only person she trusts. I got her flowers the other day - and fuck, the look on her face was so beautiful. I've come to a conclusion, Dr."

She raises her eyebrows and gestures with her hand for me to go on. 

"I think I'm in love with her."

Dr. Levigne's eyes go wide. I sit there, smiling, waiting for her to say how proud she was. How much I've grown, how much I've changed.

But she doesn't. She just writes something down.

She sighs and sets her notebook down. She slides something toward me that I hadn't even noticed was on the table.

As I look down to see what it is, she asks me, "What is it that you see in this picture, Luc?"

My eyebrows tug together. I look at the white piece of paper with black splatter across it. 

"What the fuck is this?" I ask bluntly. "I thought you wanted to hear about Snow."

"Yea - I just want to try something different, okay? I'm just trying to help you," she says, her voice smooth and calm.

I wasn't going to do this stupid shit. But her tone made me trust her.

"I don't see anything," I tell her.

"Nothing at all?"

"Nothing," I confirm.

She hums and grabs her notebook once again. It makes my jaw tick. 

"The fuck do you keep writing?" I question, making her pen stop moving. 

She quickly puts it down.

"Nothing. I'm done writing," she says, her tone gentle once again. "How about this photo?"