February 7th, 2016
Ophelia's POV.
I opened my eyes and noticed I was in a dark, unfamiliar room, my throat felt very dry and my stomach growled because I was hungry. Something wet slid down my cheek and I wiped it off, tears.
Then it all came crashing down, the memories. He didn't talk to me, he pushed me away, he didn't care about me anymore. I pulled my knees up to my chest and cried harder. I was alone now because of my stupidity and desperation.
'I love you, but doesn't give you the right to use me the way you do' He had mumbled on the ride here.
I realized I'd been selfish, thinking about myself, forgetting the fact that Luke's neck was also on the line. All he was trying to do was to keep me safe, but I had pushed him over the edge and lost him.
I raised my hand to wipe my tear
