ISLA~
I wish I could see her reactions whenever she got the gifts.
Fuck!
Inside, it killed me. How could I change this much for a person? How could her face alone light me up? It was surreal, really, how I ended up falling this hard for her. I couldn't really pinpoint when, but it had to do with the way she spoke to me. Having such confidence to talk back to me—with that face card—was kinda hot.
I had visited Beatrice at the hospital, and was on my way downstairs. Beatrice, once again, had saved my life. Since I didn't know Elara's favorite color, I was going to randomly choose colors for the teddy bears I was getting her.
At the base of the steps, I came across the last person I wanted to see.
Jamie Jones.
I didn't want to talk to him. He'd just remind me of things I wanted forgotten—things I had decided to bury. For her, I would drop my revenge. It wouldn't change what I had done, but it was never too late for redemption.
Right?
