~Evelyn~

He had stood up for me and defended me, just the way I wanted, but why did I still feel some type of way? As I trotted behind him quietly after the meeting, he walked in front of me with bold and steady steps, like he was born for the life that he lived.

"Don't go late again. I would rather not have to tolerate it from others so that it seems as if I'm picking a favorite," he said, and added after an afterthought. "You are my favorite." I didn't know what to make of the words that ...