Chapter8

#Chapter8

AMELIA POV

As soon as I'm in the correct mindset to actually comprehend what I was doing, I end the call.

What the fuck was I doing?

Did I forget that I have a fiancé? Or did I forget the fact that I decided to walk away from Xavier and not the other way around?

I throw my phone across the room out of exasperation it bangs against the wall, I instantly regret it when I hear my screen shatter.

I fall back onto my bed, the moments replaying in my mind. I hated myself for not ending the call as soon as I heard his voice, as soon as I knew it was him.

But I couldn't bring myself to do it.

His voice, his words - it was what completed the moment.

Stop it.

I couldn't afford to like it.

I didn't like it. I told myself that at least.