ADRIAN'S PERSPECTIVE.

It was Monday, and I was restless. By now, I knew she'd be trying to text me, but I needed to be ready. As I walked toward her classroom, I saw Evelyn kissing another man, her hands tangled in his hair; it was a deep, passionate kiss.

In the past, knowing myself, I would have pushed the guy away, punched him until he bled, and pulled her off. Then she would have slapped me for holding her hand too tightly, before bursting into tears, saying she didn't know what had happen