It was impossible, the more she thought about it, the more Arabella thought it was absurd, but at the same time she couldn't ignore the emptiness in her stomach and the weight on her heart that slowed her breathing.
It hurt her.
Physically.
And it was real, the pain was horribly sharp and suffocating.
She already missed him, however ridiculous it might be, her heart wanted to mirror itself again in his dark eyes, feel his excited heartbeat and be intoxicated by his presence.
She wasn't dreaming or imagining it, she had seen that boy for just a few minutes, had just touched him and had seen herself reflected in his irises for only a few moments.
Yet, in her treacherous mind, there was now no room for anything other than the tormented memory of the pain she had seen painted on that pal
