I stared up at him in surprise, my head echoing with his words. “Don’t cry for me, Aislyn. There’s something you don’t know.” he had said, taking a deep breath. “I’ve been trying to kill you since you were nine years old.” He whispered. My mind was shocked, my breathing coming out fast, then slow, then fast again. Distantly I wondered if I was having a panic attack, but finally, I ended up pulling away from him, leaning forward, staring at him.
“I don’t believe you,” I said, my eyes glaring at him. How could it be possible?
He seemed confused, shifting next to me, frowning. “I’m not lying to you, Aislyn. Why would I lie about that?” He had said. Indeed that would have been an awful joke, but it couldn’t be true, it couldn’t. How could it be true? I shook my head, glaring at
