A R I A N A

I ran from the kitchen, my heart feeling too full, too confused as Dante’s words played over and over in my head.

A fresh start.

Take it slow.

One chance.

I didn’t know how to feel, a part of me wanted to believe him so badly it hurt and another part was screaming that it was a trick.

It was only for his devious measures and I didn’t want to gullible at least not again.

I reached my room and closed the door, leaning against it the ...