Dylan's POV
As the days passed, I found myself growing closer to Ava. She was still grieving the loss of her mother, but I could see the spark of determination in her eyes. Although, she still hadn't said much words. As a matter of factly, she had only say a few words. But it was still progress compared to that of how she had acted days before.
Presently, as we sat together in Ava's room, Ava turned to me with a look of sadness in her eyes. "Dylan, I need to tell you something," she said, her voice low as if unsure.
I nodded, wondering what she wanted to say. Nonetheless, I turned my head towards her and then asked. "What is it, Ava?" I asked, my voice soft and gentle.
Ava took a deep breath, her eyes locked onto mine. It looked like whatever she was about to say was really heavy and
