I'm happy. More happy than I should be. I shouldn't be. I can't wait to see her.
I'm so ashamed of myself. Even though I know that the whole thing isn't my fault.
I love her. I honestly do.
I hear her. Walking, closer and closer until she stops and says "Hi."
I look up and see that beautiful face. Pure beauty. She slightly wrinkles her nose, though, as she examines my face. I hold back a sigh. I tried to wash my face repeatedly but the red streaks would not disappear so I gave up.
"Hello," I say. I make my face and voice empty of any emotion.
I get so lost in her face. She's talking but I don't hear anything until she's stopped. It takes me a few seconds to register it.
"I don't know what you did, but this means a lot to me. Even though you could or could not be responsible for what's currently going on, you might wanna tell me so I don't flip shit," she says.
Woah. Just woah. I raise my eyebrows, backing up a step. I've never seen this part of her before. She really wants to know, but I can't tell her just yet. If I tell her what happened she will never forgive me. I can't lose her again.
"Look, I know we came here to talk about what happened but Amanda doesn't want me telling you. I just needed to talk to you one-on-one" I say.
"Fine." She pauses, gnawing on the inside of her cheek. She's frustrated. "What do you have to say?"
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Hello beautiful humans! It's Christina and another short chapter coming at ya! Apologies to you.
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