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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?”
punch on your
laughed. “You’re seriously going to
“Oh
seriously, you think I can’t do that? Are you
don’t think underestimate is the
shut up. Now come on, let’s go.” I held his hand and
But things went
closer, and I could feel
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 revolving within me. In that moment, it was as if
his car horn at us. “Hey you two! Can’t you see you’re standing close the road?”
at the road. And by the way,
have manners?” The man spat.
And the man was about to fire back, but Luke interrupted, “And if you try to talk one more shit. I’ll come straight to
fight with his wife before hitting the road. Now, let’s go back to the hospital so
tread, making
*****
MASON’S POV
coffee lingering in the crisp morning air. As I walked down the street, a flood of memories
guilt gnawed at my conscience like a relentless
city traffic mirrored the chaotic whirlwind of emotions inside me. My heart ached with
me, but memories of Sofie flooded my mind. Her warm smile, her gentle
hear me, that somehow she could forgive me. But deep down, I knew that forgiveness, from her or from myself, was a
of my mistakes dragging me down into an abyss of self–loathing. The
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