FLORIAN'S P.O.V.
I held onto her hand, more for the fact that I needed her to keep me grounded than anything else.
I have always told myself that my world was pretty stable. The ghosts of my parents, the guilt that lingered, the demons in my mind, and the revenge I fully intend to go through with.
Then her.
She could, with one look, one glance, one word, ruin everything that I have worked so hard for, and I know, deep down that I would let her.
When I told her that I was in love with her, I knew better than to expect it back. Someone who was in love with me would have seen all of it from the start.
The stolen glances. The pictures when she wasn't looking. The obsession. The need in that first kiss.
But she hadn't, and I simply believed, maybe this was what it was bound to be. Raw
