NICOLE

A couple of hours later, the door opens and Sebastian enters the room.

I'm leaning against the balcony. I turn my head and make eye contact with him as he approaches. I've spent the last couple of hours thinking about what happened and I've been miserable because of it.

This is a mess. An unsolvable mess, at that.

I see a softness in his features that brings me hope. In the same breath, I remind myself that we had our first argument. It almost seems surreal.

Then again, I think I ...