HUGO'S POV
I can't understand what I'm feeling. It feels like a new emotion is emerging, one that I can't quite explain. When I kissed Joyce, all I wanted was to make her feel the pain she caused me, yet I couldn't do it. Why couldn't I do it? Something was stopping me from hurting Joyce. I'm not sure if it's my love for her that's protecting her from my own anger. I can't tell, but earlier, I just wanted to keep her safe from getting hurt.
I went straight to my library after leaving Joyce in my room. I sat on the sofa and held my head.
'What do you really want from me, Joyce? Why are you messing with my mind again?' I quietly said while still holding my head. I don't know what else I can do the next time we meet. All I know is that every time I see her, I feel a certain happiness. I sh
