He likes me? What? Why? I had a lot of questions in my mind, but I didn't know what I wanted to be answered first. I should be jumping from happiness, but something was telling me not to. Something was telling me that it was too good to be true.
Was it the fact that every time that I was happy something happened and broke everything I had built? Yes, that made me become suspicious when I felt happiness. I didn't want to lose the people that I loved again.
"Are you going to say something?" He asked me, his anxiousness clear in his voice.
"I don't know. I don't know what to say." I was being sincere, I wanted him, but I had seen my loved ones get hurt and killed because of me. Could I bear his loss?
I haven't mourned my mom. She was killed in front of me, and I was taken as a prisoner
