| michael’s pov |
Wiping the tears in my eyes, I cursed myself for feeling so weak. Why did I even waste my efforts on someone I should give up on? Did I think I had a chance of winning against Ashton?
No matter which way I put it, I was always the loser. She loves him; she likes me. He would always, always be more important.
Hearing the doorbell ring, I forced myself to get to the door. I was the only one home; I had no choice.
But as I dragged my feet, I realized how much I hated how my tears were like waterfalls; it has never been like this before. I really do mean never.
I tried to dry my face, using the sleeve of my shirt, but nothing was working. Guess whoever this visitor was would have to see a guy cry. Good luck with that.
“Michael, I’m so so- why are you crying?” Belle plac
