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 confusion.
Did he just say ‘cute’? Does he find me attractive even when I’m in tears?
“You find me cute when I cry?” I ask him in a disbelieving tone.
“Your cheeks and nose have turned rosy from crying, which makes you even more adorable.” As he speaks, taping my nose, I chuckle.
It feels comforting to have a normal conversation wi
