Broken Rings

Chapter 25

Autumn POV:

I'm staring like a creep.

He's even more beautiful than before. He's like a Greek god without even trying.

Damian is just casually looking through the shelfs, pulling out one book at a time, quickly reading the back of the book and putting it back, then moving on to the next one.

As I watch his movements carefully, studying them, I suddenly remember why I'm here, staring at him.

I duck into the next aisle of bookshelves, suddenly feeling anxious about all of this.

My heart is beating fast and faster to the point where I might actually have a heart attack.

My breath becomes short, my palms are so fucking sweating and I suddenly become fearful of everything.

What if he doesn't want to see me again.

What if he is truly mad at me and wants nothing to do with me?

Since I'm in a library, I tried to keep whatever is going on with me to myself, but it's hard.

I slide down the shelf as I contemplate whether or not I should just go for it.

I take deep breaths in and out as I try to remember what James has told me.

Flashback:

"So are you thinking about apologizing to him?" James questions.

"Of course" I said, "I mean, why wouldn't I? I fucked everything up, didn't it?" I added, questioning myself.

I trie to laugh it off but as it fades off, I know deep down, I feel like a fucking fool all over again when I recall the events.

But James didn't laugh one bit, nor did he smile, he just looked at me with sympathy, and worry.

"I hate the way you keep blaming yourself" he suddenly said, "You have to move on"

"But I have every right to blame myself, that is how this whole mess started" I reminded him.

"Don't you think that Evan is the one also to blame, I mean he's the one who wanted some type of revenge in the first place" James said.

"I'm the person who believed him, I'm at most to—"

He cuts me off, "Autumn, you can't continue to blame yourself, what's done is done, you should learn from this and move forward"

To this I whispered, "what did I learn from this? That I was a naive little bitch that believes everything that comes out of someone's mouth"

"Sure, you could say that"

I roll my eyes at that, not able to come up with a response.

Flashback ended.

I tried to really take in his advice, it's fine—I have to move on, and if Damian doesn't accept my apology, then I'll be fine (I hope) and we'll be together in another life.

My fucking god, even thinking about it that way made me have chills running through my spine.

It probably made me a little depressed at most.

I realized how long I've been sitting for, so long that my butt started to feel numb.

I gasped as I also quickly realized that Damian could have left.

Still sitting on the floor, I peaked over the shelf and quietly sighed in relief. He's still there, but he has been moving down the aisle since last seeing him.