seventy -six

MATEO'S POV

It has been almost a year since I last saw Kiara. Everyday, I wake up with the hope of going back to her or even seeing her across the road. Even if I don't get to talk to her, I will be equally happy, and my mind will have been put at ease. Those past months felt like decades to me, and the worst of it is that I can't seem to be forgetting her very soon. I hate the feeling of not knowing where my Kiara has gone. Whether she was safe at all, whether she was dead or alive,

I rarely let anyone know how Kiara's departure affected me. I still couldn't conclude that it was my fault, even when guilt was killing me from the inside. She made the right decision after all—who would like to be with a bad jerk like myself? It was almost impossible to see that.

I thought maybe after her departure I would feel better, but time makes it worse. I miss her every damn day that I manage to wake up without seeing my lousy angel with me. On a normal day, she would wake me up from sleep with a