Sebastian's POV
The night wind blew extra cold tonight. I was on the balcony, staring up at the dark sky, feeling alone and sorry for myself, but thoughts of Emily weren't leaving my mind, and the times I had spent with her, I'd give anything to have those times back again. I couldn't get over her smile, her touches, her scent, the sparkles in her eyes whenever she'd look at me.
Someone touched my shoulder and I leaped.
"Didn't mean to startled you. Sorry."
"Naomi, what you doing here?" I brought my attention to her.
"I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about you and the manner in which you walked out on our wedding. Why Sebastian? Was it me?"
"No. This has nothing to do with you. It's me."
"Okay. Is it that you're not ready to get married to me, or is there someone else?"
I chuckled
