I was walking home like a living corpse, feeling the weight of what I had done. I shouldn’t have brought it up; now I might lose my best friend. Worse, I’m still only a sister to my devil.
"Why do you always make me worry?" I heard him say. He looked all sweaty.
"How do you mean?" I asked.
"I was almost home when I noticed you weren’t behind me. I had to rush back," he said, breathing heavily.
"I’m sorry." How can I stop loving you when you keep doing things that warm my heart? I wish I could kiss him and tell him how much I love him, but I can’t.
"Come on, let’s go home," he smiled at me, and we both walked home. Once again, he made me forget all my worries.
Throughout the holiday, Martha kept begging, but he made it clear he had no feelings for her and could only be her friend. She
