I come back home to LA with Ariana. Grayson is here, in the house, sitting on the side of our bed; his head in his hands. Ariana gives me a reassuring look, and I walk into the room.
He doesn't notice I'm in the room until I sit next to him and hold his hand.
"Grayson, I still love you."
"I thought you wouldn't come home."
he looked like he was on the verge of tears.
"Billie. I-how could you forgive me after this? I broke your heart."
i still love u, grayson.
YOU ARE READING
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