Ally’s POV
Since that day in the garden, Dylan has been acting weird. For a guy who went to such lengths to convince me to marry him, surely kept his distance. Again, with the mood swings. I swear I’ve never met someone who had so many and so often. I’ve even tried to talk to him about it, asking him what was bothering him, but all I got back was ‘nothing’ or ‘I’m busy right now".
He knows how to push my buttons that is for sure, which leads me to my current position.
Eating ice cream in the kitchen all by myself, glooming over the million thoughts that keeps running through my mind. But I won’t let him. Not anymore. If he wants to ignore me, then so be it. But I won’t continue with the same good girl attitude towards him when he suddenly wants to acknowledge me again.
“Ally dear
