A million miles - is what it all takes.
She would do it to earn some little money; he would do it to chase his dreams to be on stage. She does it for her family; and, he does it to win her heart.
But is the boy who is literally every girls' dream wi...
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Her eyes were fixed on them, watching their friendly interaction from afar as something twisted in her chest. She lifted her hand with the sea glass bracelet and closed her eyes, trying to recall her mother's face.
Someone tapped on her shoulder. Her eyes shot open and she whirled around to find Zabdiel behind her. He had a pleading look on his face despite the pink wig he had on.
"He came back for you. Please take him back. All of us know that Yasmine had set a trap. You know she wanted revenge. She made sure that you turned up just in time."
Anaeya softened. "Perdon, Zabdi," she said, sighing. "It isn't as simple as it is. I would find it in my heart to forgive him but I will never forgive myself for making such a stupid mistake."
"Rejecting him won't cure it either," Richard interrupted. He stood next to her, his hands shoved in his pocket. "I can't promise that love and forgiveness won't hurt but he is slowly dying inside, Ana."
She frowned, then her expression turned passive.
"You're right." She turned to the both of them. "Rejecting him won't cure my mistake but neither is having him back. He will serve as a constant reminder and I don't want anymore pain."
She whirled around and stalked away.
"Ana, where are you going?" Devina questioned.
Anaeya just shook her head in reply, picking up the coat hanging on the rack to out it on. She was about to leave when suddenly her vision blurred out of pain.
Her feet slipped from under her before she could even scream and two hands shot out to steady her by the arm.
Someone shouted and she heard a chair being dragged across the floor. She settle into it, clutching her ankle as pain swallowed it.
"¿Estas buena?" a feminine voice muttered. She shook her head in reply. Anaeya winced as a hand slowly removed her shoes.
"Here, I have some ointment for the pain," she heard Clara say. "Heels can cause cramps sometimes."
She grunted in pain, her hands clutching the sides of the chair as someone slathered something on her ankle. The person gently rubbed it, murmuring words of comfort.
Slowly, her vision cleared as the lady wrapped an elastic bandage around the injured site. Anaeya was shocked when she saw who it was.
Christopher silently stood behind his mother, holding a first aid kit in one hand. The other hand held her heels.
"Muy buena," Yenny smiled, cupping her cheek. The lady turned her head to look at Christopher. "Ella ni siquiera llora una lágrima! Lloraste mucho cuando te caíste, Christopher!"
