Ilaria
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you,” Arlo says, ugly crying, and I place my hand on top of his, doing the same. I don’t blame him for not being there for us. I don’t blame him for anything. How could I, after I’m the reason he wasn’t there?
“No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for what I did to you. I was so wrong. Please forgive me,” I tell him and he frees his one hand and places it on my left cheek, causing me to lean more into his touch.
“I have,” he says, causing more tears to come out of my eyes. “I love you, Ilaria Blackburn,” he adds, taking me by surprise. I didn’t expect him to call me by that name, since he doesn’t know it’s my real name. I place my hand on top of his and he slowly leans towards me and we connect our lips into a tender kiss,
