"H– Heather?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she cried, surprising me.

"Sawyer–"

"No, let me finish. I've been wrong with you. I've always been a bitch towards you and yet, you're always there for me. I– I'm so sorry. Please," I watched with shock as she got on her knees

"Sawyer, what are you doing?? No!"

I tried to make her stand but she refused.

"Heather, please! I'll change. I swear on the head of our dead father that we loved so much, ...