Aria's POV
What is love? That question seems to hang unanswered, in every sense of my mind. I know I feel it, but I couldn't guarantee if someone meant it. Tears pool down my cheeks and I brush them away. My heart aches from within. I know I want Lucien, everything about him. His body, his mark, his touch, just name it. My decision to withhold my love, is starting to weigh me down. It's not my fault, but my choice.
I'm sitting in front of my dressing mirror, getting ready for school. My hair neatly styled, in one hand is my sleek brush. I'm working my way through sleeking my hair back. I really want to express my love to Lucien, but fear surges me from within. My sniffle working alongside with me, just then an idea pops up.
Just then I pick up a pen and paper to scribble down a love n
