Chapter Thirty-eight

Amelia's POV

The days had passed on until the unlucky day where I would face the person who left me. It was the Sunday where I had to see Grayson and to be honest, I wasn't ready to face him. No amount of pacing around my room and chanting to myself to be strong never prepared me for seeing him. Last time was a bliss, but now the nerves had set in and there was still a hint of anger in the pit of my stomach. I didn't want to talk to him, nor did I want to confront him or spend the night in a pack where he was.

I was still bitter about the whole ordeal that I had locked myself up until someone had to come up and get me. Call me childish, but I really had not the intention of seeing him. To think I actually thought we could make it, but instead, he took two steps back and we're in the same place we had always been, mere acquaintances. I wished that he was doing just as bad as I did. Luna _ had told me to stay strong and that he misses me, but I had ignored all her protests about Grayso