Arabel's POV
My shoulders sag as soon as the car parks in front of the fountain, making me release a lungful of air I had no idea I had been holding in.
Realizing my sudden consciousness, I almost let out a tear as the snippets of our memories together raced through my head; both good and bad memories. The good ones were few while the bad ones were a lot.
Was it the night I had to wait up for him in the hope of having him try my new recipe? Was it the nights he had promised a date out and I had myself made up like a Barbie doll waiting till the clock struck 12 am and I eventually had to force myself to wash off the silly makeup and head up to bed?
Was it the unapologetic smile he usually threw my way after returning home leaving me disappointed from his late nights out and his neve
