#Chapter 155: Love Wasn’t Our Problem

Asher I wasn’t doing well. I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I thought of Cynthia and the look on her face before she’d left my life forever. I had no appetite. I had to force myself to eat for sustenance. I felt like a zombie, going through the motions of the day to day. Classes, practice, food, sleep. Again and again, on a loop. The days passed without meaning. The whole world felt darker without her. And the pain was unbearable. I felt a constant burning in my chest, and multiple times a day it would spike so high that I would stumble. Once, I was brought to my knees. I went to the doctor then, thinking I was having a heart attack. The doctor told me that while my ailment wasn’t fatal, I would suffer. Eventually, he said, it would get easier in time. “What’s wrong with me?” I asked him. “I’ve seen this before,” the doctor replied, “when someone loses a mate.” I shook my head. “We weren’t together yet. The bond hadn’t finished forming.” The doctor loo