A R I A N A
I ran from the kitchen, my heart feeling too full, too confused as Dante’s words played over and over in my head.
A fresh start.
Take it slow.
One chance.
I didn’t know how to feel, a part of me wanted to believe him so badly it hurt and another part was screaming that it was a trick.
It was only for his devious measures and I didn’t want to gullible at least not again.
I reached my room and closed the door, leaning against it the tears I was holding back began to stream.
Happy tears?
Scared tears?
I didn’t know.
What was Dante up to? Did he want to hurt me? Was he trying to use me or he really meant what he said?
Then my phone buzzed in the pocket of Dante’s shirt.
I pulled it out, wiping my eyes It was a message from my father, what did he want now? I tho
