Chapter 66 Asher

• After what can only be considered very little sleep once again, I was awake. Though my lack of sleep had not been purely down to my recurrent thoughts of Isla. Reliving the pain of losing her. Last night my thoughts had been riddled with concerns about Bailey too. Something that had taken me by surprise, I have to say...
• But, she had looked hurt when she walked away from me in the library. I still never got my answer as to why she was down there so late. Other than that, she couldn’t sleep. Hell, I know that feeling, but still, surely she wouldn't come wandering the corridors of somewhere she is still unfamiliar with. But, I suppose, common sense tells me the obvious answer would be to find a book, but I hate the thought of her sitting alone struggling with her thoughts because of something I had said in the heat of the moment. And, for some reason, I could not shake the thought that that was what she was likely doing...
• Yes, I was a jackass at the best of times, but I would like to think I was still a decent guy deep down. Sometimes, you have to dig pretty deep to find the decent guy, because he got hidden or lost in the shit that was going on in the mess that was my mind, but I like to think he is still there or still capable of being there when I need him to be. And, I do not like the thought of a perfectly innocent woman hurting because of my words.