CLARISSA’S POV
Wally stands there, disheveled, looking like he hasn’t slept in days. His usually neat hair is messy, dark circles shadow his eyes, and his jaw is rough with stubble. But it’s not his appearance that shocks me—it’s what he’s holding. A bouquet of red roses in one hand and small velvet box in the other.
“Clarissa,” he breathes “I—I needed to see you.”
I blink, trying to process what the hell is going on here.
“What are you doing here, Wally?” I ask.
His lips part, and before I can react, he drops to one knee on my doorstep. My eyes widen in surprise. What is he doing?
“I messed up,” he says, his voice breaking. “I know I did. I have no excuses, Clarissa. I was a fool. The biggest fool in the world. And I’ve spent every single day since then regretting what I did to you
