A R I A
He stands there, in the doorway of my room, simply staring back at me. Right after Oliver left, I could he didn't want to leave alone with Soren, but at the same time I know he knows we need to talk.
"Aria... can we talk?" He asks, keeping his distance as he watches me carefully.
Soren.
I stare at the him like he's going to melt away if I glare hard enough. Part of me wants to scream. Another part wants just to yell in his face. But the worst part? The most pathetic part? It wants to hear what he has to say.
I don't answer immediately, instead I continue
staring, everything that has happened in the past few days rushing back.
He exhales, his expression softening as he stares at me.
"Please." He calls out softly and his tone instantly pulls at my heartstrings, more than I
