Light Hazel|| a Dark Green sequel

Chapter 3

POV Asher

Her sleeping face leaves me breathless.

I always thought she was beautiful, from the moment my eyes lied on her. She didn't look quite the same at the time: her skin was pale except the bags under the eyes that showed how little she slept. I touch her naked hip and remember how the trousers used to hang big on them.

I knew at the time something happened to her but despite all the pain her eyes held, I found her the most beautiful human being. It took me a month (or maybe a little more time) to build the courage of asking her out. We studied at the same college, but seeing her wasn't as often as I wish it would.

She rejected me with conviction. The way she told me she didn't want anything and ran away, reminded me of a wounded deer looking for a way of salvation. That same night, I sat in my bed thinking about her.

Maybe she didn't want someone the way I do. I wouldn't force her to date me, or insist when she obviously didn't want anything to do with me.

I thought: Have I ever seen her smile?

Which I knew for sure I didn't.

So, I decided I would become whoever she wanted me to be, if that could help her somehow.

It sounds like I did this for her, and a small part of it truly wanted to help her. But as a man, I am selfish, and my most importan reason for helping her was seeing a smile I couldn't even imagine existed.

The next morning, I ordered a coffee in the coffee shop I saw her the first time we meet, with my phone number and a pathetic excuse of a smiley.

I cannot talk for the future, but I guarantee I have never been more nervous in my whole life.

But she didn't call.

POV Quinn.

I hold onto the hand that just lied above my hip.

"Can't you sleep?" I ask half awake.

It was late at night when we left the hospital. Asher had to go back to work so I stayed with Zac until he cam back for me. My friend kept asking me about Harry, if he did anything to me or force me to things I don't even want to think about. I lied to him and said he left as soon as I called the police. My heart was beating out of my chest, it's been years since I last lied to him and it always happens when Harry is involved.

I couldn't bear being in that room for a long time but I stayed there, maybe for redemption or because I thought I deserved the suffering. The phone was heavy in my pockets. I should have thrown it away but a small part of my heart couldn't let it go.

Was it because it was the only thing that tied me to Harry right now?

Or maybe the reason is to finish it completely.

I'm such a liar.

Asher shook his head, his hazel eyes studying mine like he is reading his favorite book.

"I was just thinking" he answers leaving a soft kiss on my forehead.

I move closer, placing myself in between his arms that wrap me in a warm, loving hug.

"What were you thinking about?"

My lips dance around his neck, he smells like cinnamon and something sweet.

"You"

I snort loudly.

"You are so corny"

He is the next one laughing. Cars driving outside is the only sound around us when I hug him tighter.