Cyrus POV.
Once again, I find myself standing outside the door of the guest room where she is staying at for a long-drawn-out moment, listening to Seraphina heart-beating, but this time I don’t feel like a creep.
This time, I feel like a coward.
I am a coward. A huge one!
Listening from the other side of the door, I can hear that she is breaking down. She’s been like this for the last past hour, crying her eyes out.
I know that I shouldn’t have left her. She needed me. I can still go to her and make it better. I know that.
It is just too painful for me to see her that way. Now, I know that sounds too hard to believe.
I don’t even believe it myself.
Ever since I met her I’ve done nothing but make her cry and break her heart, but seeing her breaking down like that is has shifted some
