We descended the stairs with our arms intertwined together. We were walking back to the backyard where Harry was. Carla insist on me being where he is. She said he needed to see me that night that only then will she know if the plan she had in mind will work.
"What will I even say to him." I asked. I can't believe I even considered doing this. He offended me, he was the reason I had been having these nightmares lately. The nightmare that had stopped since three years ago. The nightmare that began when Eliot died in that fire that night. I should be the angry one, I should be the one that gave him a glare anytime our eyes met. He should be asking for my forgiveness. He should at least feel a bit remorse for what he did. But no, the knob head felt like I should be the one begging for his m
