SARAH'S POV
Isaic sits on the edge of my bed as I slip under the covers.
"You don't have to fake tiredness to stay away from me. I know I hurt you and it will take time for you to forgive me." He says. There is so much pain in his eyes, not a hint of the joy he had on his visage when he offered to teach me flying.
I reach out a hand and stroke the side of his face. He stares at me, surprised.
"You're way too gorgeous for anyone to want to stay away from! I forgave you all the things you did even before you asked me to. I was scared of returning here, but I don't feel that way anymore. There is nothing I would want more than to fly by your side, now that you're no longer ashamed of being close to me. But I feel so fatigued that even talking feels tiring." I explain. His face lights
