"Secrets don't die with the ones who keep them. They haunt the living until they're forced into the light..."
Aminah Clarke's life shattered the night her fiancée, Hailee, died in a tragic car crash. Now, a year later, she is left with a book bar, a...
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Devyn's Pov:
Is it too soon to change my mind?
I mean, not a single soul knows of my intentions. I could easily just pretend that last night never happened... but then that would mean for me? What would that mean for what could've been?
Sure, I could go back to sleep and pretend that I never grew a pair. Or I could relieve my growing anxiety with a well-deserved wake and bake. Though, none of that would fix anything between Aminah and I.
What if the damage is too great? What if I've already been replaced?
It's absolutely terrifying, the thought of laying myself bare in front of her. Revealing my deepest secrets, exposing all that I've worked so hard to keep hidden in the shadows.
What if she doesn't look at me the same?
My stomach curls in discomfort. I grimace at the feeling. Just the mere thought of losing her sends a lonely ache through my body. One that I don't think my soul could ever bear.
I can't lose her.
The sun's bright rays beam through the windows, casting a warm glow to my fawn skin. With a breathy sigh I sit up, my hair cascading my shoulders, no longer feeling the cool sensation from the leather of the couch against my exposed skin.
How hard can it be Dev? Clearing my throat I nervously open my mouth to speak. Practice makes perfect right?
"Aminah I'm..." my voice wavers, the words caught in the net that inhabits my throat. Come on Devyn. This isn't rocket science it's a god damn apology. Simple.
With a determined exhale, I snatch up my phone from the coffee table, my fingers trembling slightly as I navigate to Aminah's contact. My finger hovers over her name, hesitating, a silent question lingering in the air. What if I can't do this?
Just do it ass hat.
Shaking away my nerves, I inhale deeply and lower my finger to the call button. This will change everything. The sudden ringtone of my phone interrupts me, halting my actions.
Glancing at the caller ID, my heart sinks as I see the name displayed: Mr. Carrington. I swallow hard, knowing that I can't ignore his call, especially not when he's calling unannounced. What could he possibly want right now?
She's always so close yet so far...
Reluctantly, I answer the call, trying to keep my voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside me. "Hey, Mr. Carrington."
"Devyn, my dear, I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time," his smooth voice greets me.
Of course not, you're just pissing on the entire pep talk I gave myself, but other than that now is a great time.
