CHAPTER 19

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The classes ended and now I'm walking toward my house, expecting to see some strangers there.

I bit my inside lip, aiming myself to not turn around and run away, run away of this city.

My heart is so wrecked I can't tell.

I'm going to lose her...

The street is empty of people, it's just me and my sad thoughts.

"Hello, Lea" I watch behind me.

That perfect but messy hair.

Those eyes.

That sweet smile.

Aiden.

"Hello..." I speak softly.

"What's the matter?" he asks. "I saw you leaving the canteen with a woman."

Oh.

He paid attention totoe.

I thought he was enjoining her lunch with Bella.

"Well, It was something related to my grandmother."

He leans forward.

"Yeah? And it's something serious?

He looks interested.

"She has Alzheimer."

A tear falls onto my cheek, I don't like people seeing me cry, but I just get the feeling that Aiden understands me. So I can be myself around him.

He stops walking.

And I observe how his left arm hugs me.

HE IS HUGGING ME.

I'm amused and I don't react.

HE SMELLS, GOSH, LIKE OCEAN, YEAH, NOW MORE THAN EVER.

"You're gonna get through this, okay? And I'll be here, for you, for whatever." He whispers in my ear.

He leaves me out of his arms.

"Thank you Aiden." My eyes full of tears.

"Cry If you need it. You're going to be beautifulanyways."

"I've tired Aiden. Really tired." I sit on the floor.

He joins me.

"Stop. And breathe." He aadvadvised

"What?"

I don't understand him.

"Stop thinking about what is going to happen, If it happens it wwillbe for a reason. And breathe, breathe deeply because you're drowning yourself."

I look down and smile.

"Too poetic?" Aiden asks.

"No. It was perfect." I say.

"You're going with an adoptive family right?"

I nod.

"I'm scared," I admit.

"Don't be." "If they treat you bad, tell me and I'll go kick those stupid asses."

His brown eyes look at me, while his smile gets bigger, laughing.

I laugh too.

I would be here all day and all night.

But I have to farewell my grandmother.


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