[Diego’s POV]
I stare down at Rosalie, taking her in as the urge to reach out and grab her bubbles up in me. After five years, she looks almost the same, aside from being more rounded out and much more alive than she did back then. Her eyes, which are wide and unwavering, are exactly how I remember them, but there’s something in them that makes my heart ache.
“How?” She asks quietly.
How. Was she asking how I found her? Was she really that upset that we were back together after being apart for so f*****g long?
“Disappointed?” I ask slowly, my lips twitching into a frown. “Were you that hell bent on staying away from me forever?”
As the words leave my lips, the pain that I’m feeling increases, and anger mixes in as well. Although I didn’t want to believe that she stayed away for so lon
