Chapter 11
Aliyana
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AFTER A LONG LUNCH and the afternoon fast approaching, I head to the kitchen for a snack, not expecting Marco to be sitting there.
I turn to head right back out,
“Don’t go,” Two words I once wanted to say, two words that would have once held much more than what it means now.
“Why?”
“Please, stay,” I think about it carefully, before I turn around and see him sitting by the counter with a chair and his laptop.
“I didn’t know you wear glasses.” His eyes are covered with a thin metal frame. He looks almost sad, and I find it odd, since he has everything he wants.
“Years of reading does that to a man. If you looking for the chocolate there is a Belgium one on the top cupboard behind you.”
“Thanks.”
“Aliyana,”
“Did you know my sister? Azurella?”
He is so
