The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 53

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 53

~AUTUMN~

“I’m on your mind?” I ask in a soft whisper. I was no longer concerned about where we were. I needed to know more.

His eyes are still closed, but the look on his face is one of pain.

“All the time.” He confesses. “More than I would like to admit to you or anyone else.”

I can’t control myself as I lean closer into him and gently run my fingers from his temple to his cheek.

He inhales sharply and finally opens his eyes, “why do I feel like whatever everyone is hiding from me includes you? I think I’m going insane trying to figure out why I feel this way. As far as I know, we barely spoke to each other in the past, but somehow right after the accident, everything feels different between us.”

His words remind me of where we were and our complicated situation.

I remove my hand and place it between my legs to prevent myself from trying to touch him again.

I gasped when he grabbed my hand and placed it back on his cheek.

He narrows his eyes and pins me with his gaze, “things aren’t the same. I can feel it. It bothers me that no one is willing to tell me why I feel this way. Why, out of everyone, are you also the one keeping secrets from me?”

move an inch. I want to tell him the truth; I desperately want him to

just because of the promise; I was scared of how he would react if he found

stuck in the past; he was the same Atticus obsessed with making Anya happy. I knew Atticus well. I wouldn’t be able to control my emotions if I told him the truth, and

for me but for him as well. He may think he’s ready to know the truth, but everyone else knows that this wasn’t the right time for him to

him. He gives her an apologetic look before putting more space between us. This

me again for the rest of the class, and I don’t know whether

as a married couple, he could still feel the connection between us. His reaction to me, as

a chance to bring him back to me; I just had

be easy, and I knew that Anya would keep trying to push us apart, but I wouldn’t give up. Atticus was everything to

us, I would make it my business to try even harder. She would not win this fight. I would

. . . .

~ANYA~

a dream, not a dream, a nightmare. I was sure that she was gone from our lives for

took her. And I was sure that they intended to kill her or keep her. Not once did I think we would see her back home without a scratch

as dangerous as I’d initially thought. If they were, they would have gotten rid of her, and I wouldn’t have

everything just by showing up. There’s no telling what more trouble

I mumble as I hit a bottle to the ground. “Why is she back?” I shout as it

my room upon hearing the noise, “what’s going

yet he’s still stuck to her like glue. You should have seen them together in class today. He totally forgot that I was in

didn’t think so anymore, not after what

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