DIMITRI

Feelings can never be fought. Rather, it becomes a part of you.

It eats you alive and torture you, until you either surrender to it or get drowned by it. And me? I once choosed the latter, not sure about my feelings for Sloane. Or maybe I was sure and just wasn’t certain how Sloane feels about me too.

So I kept it to myself, slowly getting wrecked and drowned by it until it dawned on me how I couldn’t keep my distance from her. Neither my eyes. Or my hands that always craves to ...