Phoebe tried to shift her attention elsewhere, but her gaze was frozen in place.
"Phoebe, why are you crying?" Laura asked, noticing something wrong.
"It's nothing," she said, quickly turning her head to the window and wiping away her tears.
"Wow, that man is really handsome."
Alexander certainly was; he was the most attractive man she'd ever seen—and also the worst.
"My brother is handsome too."
"Phoebe, is that the man you like?"
"Of course not." The truth was, she didn't just like him. She loved him.
"You're lying," Laura teased.
Forgetting someone, it turned out, wasn't easy.
Phoebe thought she would be able to move on in a month, but he had only become more ingrained in her heart, occupying every corner.
She hated herself for it—why couldn't she let go, and why did she st
