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ARIEL’S POV
“I’ve been searching everywhere for you Luke. Where have you been?” I asked Luke, my arms crossed. He was standing next to this familiar face. Couldn’t care about her.
“I just decided to take a stroll, you know, getting some fresh air and taking a good view at people as they move around,” Luke replied, smirking.
“You’re not supposed to do that. The nurse said…”
“That I’m not that strong yet, deep wound, and I should stay in the hospital for a few days. Yes, yes, I get it. But come on, Ariel. I’m not a little kid. I have everything under control. I mean look at me now, standing strong.”
“You got admitted into the hospital? What happened to you?” The woman asked Luke, making a worried face.
Luke glanced at her promptly. “Oh, you’re concerned now? We were talking and you couldn’t even recognize my wounded face.”
“Who is she?” I asked him.
“Oh, she’s just a friend.”
“Yeah whatever. You too can have your lovely moment. I’ll be leaving, and do not forget about what I told you, Luke. I’ll see you later.” She walked away forthwith.
Luke turned back to me. “So, why were you looking for me?”
“Don’t ask me that. You better follow me back to the hospital.”
“And what if I don’t?”
your stomach.” I
going to do
“Oh
think I can’t do that? Are you underestimating
don’t think underestimate is the right word to
up. Now come on, let’s go.” I held his hand and was about to walk,
things
and I could
something that reflected in his mesmerizing gaze. The way he smiled at me, It was like he could see straight into my soul, what was
two! Can’t you see you’re standing
we’re not standing at the road. And by the way, we’re at the right
have manners?” The man
about to fire back, but Luke interrupted, “And if you try to talk one more shit. I’ll come straight to you and beat you up, forgetting the fact that
“He must have had a fight with his wife before hitting the road. Now, let’s go back to the hospital so
nodded, and we both began to tread,
*****
MASON’S POV
crisp morning air. As I walked down the
guilt gnawed at my conscience like a relentless beast, devouring any semblance of peace I had left. How
and metaphorically. The bustling city traffic mirrored the chaotic whirlwind of emotions inside me.
around me, but memories of Sofie flooded my mind. Her warm smile, her gentle touch, her infectious laughter – they all danced before my eyes, a cruel reminder of what
against hope that somehow she could hear me, that somehow she could forgive me.
self–loathing. The bustling city seemed to blur around me, the noise
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