Ivanna
As I fight to hold back my tears, I hear the sound of the door opening.
What is Mrs Fisher doing here at this hour?
I look up to see who is walking in, shivers run down my entire body. It's Christian. He walks towards the walk in, taking lazy steps. He looks burnt out and tired. The moment I realise he's back, a small smile curves on my face.
His eyes land on me, swollen and red as if he hasn't slept in days. Our eyes meet, leaving me dumbfounded-- I don't know how to talk or react.
He doesn't smile, nor does he look happy to see me. He's still angry and hurt. I can feel that from the way he looks at me. There's nothing but silence.
His eyes trace down to my hand and I immediately put his shirt back and wipe my tears looking away, hoping he would say something. But he doesn't
