JASMINE
If not for his eyes or the way he perches uncomfortably on the bed, I can swear that I am seeing a ghost. His skin is pale, almost like the moon spilled its milk all over him. My eyes slowly rake every pore of his skin, searching for some semblance of warmth, but it appears like he has been submerged in ice for decades.
My heart strums in a sad note, the melody echoing in my mind. Why? Why is he doing this? It is obvious what he is doing. When he first told me about it, I felt he was throwing jabs at me, trying to hurt me and tug at my heartstrings, but now, I realize he had been telling the truth.
I should have realized then that Alec isn't one to just say something to hurt someone if he doesn't mean it. Another sad chord plays in my heart as I remember the cruel words he hurle
