Bernadette's POV
We started eating at separate tables. I feel bad, but beggars can’t be choosers I guess. The last time I ate was lunch… yesterday. No wonder my senses are pretty dull when I faced that damn vampire.
“Are you okay? You suddenly went silent.” Why are you even seeking to hear my voice? His actions are making me hell confused about my feelings. I wanted to yell at him, to say how it stirs my heart and mind. But it wasn’t his fault that I felt this way at all.
“I’m hungry. Let me eat in peace.” I ended up answering him in a very snob tone again, just because I was trying so hard to mask my real feelings. I quickly regretted it, even though I was usually sarcastic with people.
I want to smack myself. Since when do I feel so guilty about my words? I suddenly feel like a dif
