A R I A N A

I forced myself to pull away from Dante’s warm, safe chest, wiping away my tears with the back of my hand, trying to smile even though my heart was screaming and hurting.

I didn’t expect to see Dante at the foyer, i thought to lock up myself in the room and wrap my head around what had happened and what more is about to come.

“I am sorry,” I whispered, my voice still shaky. “I am just… overwhelmed that’s all.”

I looked up at him, hoping my ...