Innocent ✔️

Forty

Author note: Here is a extra update because I didn't update last Sunday. Enjoy.

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Anastasia's point of view

It didn't go as bad as I expected it. It is just getting to the way it all started and I only feel like this whole game we were both playing was wrong. The truth came hitting me by the fact that us together won't work and love isn't enough to build a castle to protect us.

His father won't leave me and I'm not stupid to throw myself in the fire hoping I don't get burnt when I know I will and I heard people getting burnt before me from it too. I was stupid enough to even let myself fall in love with him.

My mother used to tell me to push my problems and sorrows away until they vanish which was what I was doing right now. I am trying my best to stop thinking about it, about him. I'm trying to convince myself that it was wrong of me which was honestly helping me not get as much hurt as I should or I expect myself to be. It will be fine and it will return to the start of us being strangers. The only bad thing that could happen is talking to him again. I'm better off without him. Miss Robertson was right. He isn't to be mine and I'm not to be his.

Sitting in my room on my bed became my favorite thing to do, in a way I won't see him and in another way I needed time to spend with myself, knowing what I really want and who I really am.

"Anastasia," Miss Robertson called from downstairs making me look at the door. I sighed and slowly got up and walked out the door with a straight face.

I probably act like I don't care but I don't look like I don't. I took step at a time walking down the stairs, as slow as ever, for no reason. I just felt like my body refused to move.

"What is that? You look like a walking zombie." Miss Robertson giggled causing me to let out an unheard laugh. "Tell me what is it." She softly said.

"Nothing," I started, trying to give her no answer but Miss Robertson being Miss Robertson didn't say anything, expecting me to say more. "I guess me and Jackson was a really hard mission for me." I muttered.

"Why sweety?" She said, looking at me with sad eyes, feeling pity for my hurt.

"I don't know. I just am tried trying." I softly said looking down at my hands.

"Did you try enough to give up?" She said.

"Weren't you the one who told me to stay away from him and that he isn't to be mine?" I said crossing my arms.

"I told you to be careful of what you were going to deal with but I never told you not to be with him." She said.

I didn't answer. I had nothing to say or at least I didn't feel like thinking about something to say.

"It is just over and it isn't even my fault!" I softly said trying to end the conversation.

"Yes it is!"

My heart floated up my throat when I heard his voice yell behind me. I didn't know if I should look back or stay like that. I tried to stay confident and pretend like I didn't care, trying to deal with my heart racing.

This fight was so stupid and so small to act like I killed one of his family or something. I didn't do anything wrong, it was his misunderstood and I just didn't feel like explaining myself.