Sophie’s pov

I’m a bit lost for words. A bit startled. A bit dumbfounded. I’m not sure what I should say. Or what I should do.

I’m lost.

I’m confused.

But my heart leaped, twice, three times. I draw air into my lungs and continued to stare into his stormy gaze.

Was he speaking the truth?

The hard veil that had concealed all his emotions behind was torn. Vulnerability.

He was vulnerable.

Which meant, those words were true.

I gasped. Finally, my mind was working back, my body, my reaction. Late reaction, but can you blame me?

For a second there I thought he had frozen me completely.

“Wha-t?” Stammering words…..

He takes a step forward, eating up any bit of space that was left between us. My wet hands are fisted by my sides and my eyes have not left his face not once.

to see every emotion that crosses over. I

of dishonesty and lies, I would be shattered. My heart would not be the

a little so our eyes would be leveled and he whispered. “I’ve loved you for years Sophie Bell. Even as teenagers. I’ve loved you since I first set

me pulling in a shaky breath. My tongue is tied, but my heart beats like a

it difficult to hold air into my lungs. My knees are also weak, and I fear I might topple to them soon if

own, searching for anything.’ Please

breath hitches and then as I stared into his unwavering eyes, words finally

now?” I asked in soft tone

wait now to tell me so? Why did he bully me in

making any

told me to go slow with you Sophie, but every time I’m in your presence I can’t think properly and I fall even harder.

eyes are soft. Softer than they’ve ever

at me.

my chest and my stomach fluttered with

me all those

we wouldn’t have gone through so much. Maybe we could’ve been together long before what happened. Maybe then…that tragedy wouldn’t have

me go through all this instead of confessing. Yet his confession had

know which emotion to

words you said to Mila that day…..it haunted me. I didn’t

hate me and keep hating me. Those things I said to you and did were things I regret with my entire being. But there were times where I thought I could change. Like the times with you.” His thumb brushing

got to

Ashton. Those days were the best.

I got for all those times bullying you and I fully accepted that.” He stared into my

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