Chapter17

#Chapter17

6 Years Later

I found my reason. I found that bizarre reason I was still breathing and alive on this terrible planet.

That reason was Dean.

Dean changed my mind.

I do believe in love.

Love is feeling that first pull towards someone you probably thought you wouldn't like.

I raised an eyebrow, my face straight. /"Would you be talking to me?/"

He glanced from side to side before his eyes settled on me once again. /"Is there anyone else in the proximity?/"

I pulled my hood off my head. I couldn't help narrowing my eyes. /"Then clearly I look more inviting than I thought because I didn't know I was talking to you./"

It's the choice of commitment-to continuously make it work. It's knowing almost everything about them without them having to show or tell. Love is remembering and noticing the tiniest details about them./"