Peyton knew for himself that the words he said to Cherry were not the exact words he was planning to say to her, not the exact thought he was trying to convey from his mind. Yet it suddenly came out from him out of nowhere. It’s as if he’s mind changed promptly the second after he heard and saw how glad Cherry was talking with Anthony over the phone. A part of him was convinced that there’s no use if he will still stay on his plan. He might just ruin a thing unintentionally, out of hand.
Covering his face with his palms as if it could wipe all the frustrations eating him at the moment, Peyton sighed deeply like he already accepted defeat without fighting back from his opponent. He was sitting at the end of the bed. His arms were folded as his elbows were on his knees.
He pushed his hand
