It wasn’t fake…

Jake’s POV

I sat on the bed, just beside Rachael who was already fast asleep. I stared at her, taking in her pretty face.

I wish I could choose the one I would love.

Why?

Why does it have to be her? Why did I have to fall deeply in love with her?

No matter how I tried to stay mad at her, still, I couldn’t. I can’t believe I openly defiled my father, because of a woman who broke my heart into pieces.

Somehow, I could understand her. I mean, I knew she was never in love with me. I felt it. But still, I held on to nothing.

I held onto the possibility, a ‘what if’

I have to stay away from her, cause the more I do, the more I fall.

But how could I have stayed away, when the woman I love was getting flogged in a barbaric way.

And the man she chose?

Justin…

What did he do? He sat down there like some helpless cow. I mean, how could he sit still while the woman he claimed to love is being treated unjustly.

I could never, I could never sit still. I would burn the whole world, just to keep