Chapter15

#Chapter15

Sophie's P.O.V.

A picture.

In my hand, there is a picture and on it is a beautiful girl. She has blue eyes, dark long hair - she's beautiful, especially with the way she's smiling at the camera.

She looks kind, someone I'd like to get to know and probably become friends with. She looks like me, but she's not me.

There's one slight problem that I have with the picture, though. Her arm is wrapped around a younger version of Axel, who is giving her a kiss on the cheek, smiling like a goofball himself.

I have found this picture when I was cleaning Axel's closet last evening, in a box where he also kept a picture of his parents, I think, and a stuffed dog toy - a huskey. It was a small box, but it held a whole lot of past.

After I found it, I decided not to overreact and think over this first before confronting him about it. After all, it could simply be his cousin that he weirdly hasn't told me about, or it could just be a friend.