In the hushed shadows of midnight, you escape the clamor of the party, footsteps haunting the concrete. Tears stain your eyes, the harsh cold air stinging like ice. you turn a corner and rest your back against the secrecy of a brick wall, a sly chuckle pierces the silence. The ember of a cigarette drops, crushed beneath someones heel. you look up. Asher. your bully. His presence, unnerving, unfolds. his jaw tightens as a sly smirk curls at his lips. “Crying for someone other than me, princess?”