Alice’s P.O.V.

I ask him to leave, thinking that I’m annoying him by crying.

“It’s not annoying me, Alice. It’s hurting me here.” As he whispers, pressing his finger gently against his chest. I stare at him, unable to believe what I’m hearing.

Is he the same man who made me cry? Does my crying truly inflict pain upon him?

“It’s your fault. You made me cry.” I wipe my tears with the sleeves of my blazer.

“Cute.” Listening to his words, my brow furrows in ...