Sofia sat in a daze on Jonathon's bed.
He had left her a minute?
An hour?
A day?
She did not really know.
Time had ceased to exist.
He heard her, right?
She was very clear with her words and her emotions, wasn't she?
Oh my God!
She cried, finally feeling the moving of the hands of time. She buried her face in her hands, mortified.
You stupid, stupid girl! You just shouted you love him! You just told Jonathon you. Freakin. Love. Him!
Sofia started to panic and breathing became quite difficult. She was lost and confused; incredulous even!
Why? Why did I do that?
Because he was leaving you! He still left you!
Her brain shouted back.
A gut wrenching sob escaped from Sofia and she moved over to the edge of the bed. She clawed her way, gripping Jonathon's silk sheets. She was weak
