Chapter45

#Chapter45

The Visit

Arella

THE AIR blew my face as I walked outside my apartment building. It had been two weeks since Skip’s father died. Our goodbyes were painful than I’d ever anticipated. I couldn’t even look at him in the eyes because I didn’t want him to go without telling him everything.

The moment he walked away, he took the other part of me.

/"Reigh, I didn’t plan on parting this way. I just want you to know that you are the best thing that ever happened in my life./" He held my chin and lifted. /"Look at me, please?/" And I had no choice but to meet the sullen-filled eyes. /"I love you./"

I covered my head with the hood of Skip’s sweater I took with me that night. My heart raced as I started running toward the peaceful neighborhood. This had been my routine every morning since Skip went back to London. It helped me not to sob against my pillow.