HAROLD’S POV
As soon as I disclosed that I would be telling her about my past, I watched her look confused for a while before the expression morphed into one of guilt.
“Are you sure you’re fine with telling me? I know it might be tough to say.”
“It’s fine. It’s my choice, Dasiy. We decided to open up to each other more, didn’t we?”
She nodded slowly, and I smiled. “Well, here’s me being open with you. Whenever you decide to talk about yourself, it's your decision, and I can’t force you to do that or not.”
Her green eyes hold mine, and it feels like she’s looking through me into my thoughts and whole self.
“I’m listening.” She dropped the book she was aimlessly flipping through and focused her attention on me.
“So what I’m about to tell you is quite a long story. You don't mind, do
