Irene's POV
"Yah!" I tried to sound stern as I scowl at him but the fucker knows. He knows I won't be mad at him.
We were in the dining room as we eat. Two weeks had already passed and all we did was either watch movies, read books together and talk about it endlessly, or sometimes we just stay at the balcony and watch the stars above.
Every moment with him was just magical. I feel like whatever we do, even sitting beside him will serve as a beautiful memory for me.
Despite my delusion of him finally seeing me, I know that one day, I might find myself away from him.
I am the only person loving and I won't ever force him to like me back.
But somehow, there's this small hope in me that maybe someday, somehow, he'll finally see me as I am. I know he does but I would be lying if I say
