LOGINMy eyes narrows. I know Liam and I are not a thing but we are pretending to be. This waiter needs to back the heck up before the only person who is keeping my lonely self company. “Much preferred, thank you.” Liam responds coolly. He has this warm expression on his face yet he does not look any l
- HAZEL - It has been days. Days since the time Killian sent that text asking for us to see. Days since he left me alone in that restaurant when he was the one who gave me the invitation. And days of me living what has become my daily routine since my mother got into a terrible accident. Wakin
- HAZEL - The walk home was devastating. I decided to walk a little bit before taking a taxi to hurt my legs and feel the ache somewhere else but that did little to work. Then, my legs hurt and so did my heart and I bursted out crying in public all by myself. My eyes hurt, the constant rubbing
- KILLIAN - I couldn’t do it. I had dressed up, gotten ready, gone to my car but when the time came for me to start the engine and drive. . . . I couldn’t do it. I wanted to so badly, but I couldn’t. I felt like I would have nothing to say. Not in a restaurant that fancy for a conversation
- HAZEL - I stare at my phone to look at the time and clear my throat. It is nine thirty pm. My eyes wander around the environment in search for him for what seems like the hundredth time but I am left with no sight of him. No sight of Killian. I swallow and my lips form a tight line. Killia
- HAZEL - It is ridiculous, I think as I stare at my room mirror, dressing myself. I had not heard from him for weeks. Not a single call had been returned and not a single text had been responded to yet he leaves me a letter. And the worst part? He did not even come himself to give it to me, he







