Greta's P.O.V: I feel bad. No, I feel horrible.
Brahms hasn't done anything, yet I'm
bringing him into it. Into my own problems, which aren't even that big of a deal.
It's just me feeling self conscious because of what he said. He doesn't even mean it, so I don't know why I'm making such a big deal out of it.
But, him not meaning it is probably why I'm feeling this way. Why I'm feeling as though an arrow has been pierced through my heart. Why I'm feeling as though my heart was once a fragile, stained glass that has now shattered into a million pieces.
I decide to stop moping around and to go look for Brahms and apologize, but I here a sudden knock on the door
. I quickly run downstairs while wondering who could possibly be here. Once I open the door, I find myself completely surprised at the most unexpecting of occurrences: Malcom.
DU LIEST GERADE
The Boy
FanfictionWARNING: This is my fanfiction of the movie The Boy, which starts off as the continuation of what would have happened if Greta stayed with Brahms. All rights reserved.
