Chapter One Hundred and four

Luka’s POV

It didn't make sense to me, none of it made any sense to me.

What did she mean by I was in love with Emily? it seemed so absurd that she had even said that, it made absolutely no sense, and I knew that but I couldn't seem to get away from her.

There was no way I was in love with Emily , Emily was not my type at all, not even close, in fact, I could only ever find myself thinking about the one thing I wanted in this whole wide world, which she was not, because if we were together, then my life would have been nothing like what I thought it would be, if we had ever been together.

I loved Portia, I have always loved her since we were little kids. Her smile made everything brighter and less painful for me in that world. Her eyes were so full of joy and curiosity, and yet they looked so tired sometimes, like a cat who is used to sleeping late in the afternoon and is now waking up every hour to sleep again until noon, and her laugh was always contagious, it made us both laugh