Christian
"You want that one?" I asked Ivanna, looking at the book she was staring at for a long time. And of course she can't reach it.
"I can take it," she shoots me a glare and looks up again.
I have brought her to the library again, wishing to lighten up her mood. She hasn't spoken to me the entire way and it sucks. I love her ranting , not her silence.
"You can't reach it, Iv. Let me-- "
"No," she says straight.
"Okay, fine. You'll take it with your own hands," saying I reach behind her and grab her waist, lifting her up so she can reach the upper shelf.
"Chris!" She exclaims, looking down at me with her big devastated eyes, making me smile. I have yearned since yesterday to hear that from her.
She looks around as she realise her voice was loud enough. I find a few people arou
