Chapter 35 Photo & Prophecy

|LEILA CROSS|

I hold my chest.

I can hear and feel the rhythm of my heartbeats and how I feel like it's been in a mess these past few days.

How and when?

Few words to describe how confused and how I am too eager to seek the answers of it into the deepest part of my soul. There's this little pinch in my heart knowing that the woman in the photo in front of me has a connection to Wyatt. Because what is this photo doing in here?

He kept the photo of the woman in this room and the thought that she was close to Wyatt's heart makes me feel bad. Really bad.

I don't know how to react to what has been the things circulating inside my head. Speculations after speculations that I don't know what to think anymore.

When did I have to react to such shallow things? When did I start to feel strange towards him? How come, there is a little pang in my heart? When did I start to feel this way?

I shake my head and mess my hair in frustration.