AARON
I got to Vale a little past twelve. Honestly, I had the traffic to thank for that because I couldn't picture myself standing in front of Father tonight. Unlike Hardin, he'd have just gallivanted straight to his quarters like nothing happened. Without any fear, or second thoughts.
I couldn't do that. Not now. Not with everything involving Elara and the whole mess.
After taking a quick shower, I picked up my phone from the chair and scrolled through it without really seeing anything. A part of me hoped Hardin had at least called. Even though I already knew the guy wouldn't. That's just how Hardin is. He became that way since what happened with father and many people never understood detaching was his way of coping except for me... mostly.
I knew to him, whoever Elara ends up with doesn't really matter. I just thought what happened between us that night would have at least made him see her differently. Even if it wasn't love, but… something.
