Amanda's perspective.
He was silent, and all those eager, soaring hearts that had just fallen to the ground in an instant. It was the first time he had kissed me outside of bed, and I had a moment of pleasure, but when I asked, my heart slowly lost its eagerness.
It was hard for him to answer, or rather, he was reluctant to say anything too much. He was about to say something when the phone suddenly rang.
His expression got serious: "What is it? ...... Got it, book a flight, I'll be at the airport right away."
Silence hurts more than rejection, and he was ever decent. What purpose did it serve for me to ask these words but to make a fool of myself?
I took this time to wipe the moist moisture from my eyes and pat my face, I had to see my mom later when I got back, I didn't want her to
