Alarick pov
I stayed in that classroom until the bell for lunch rang. I never left the spot Lyell left me in, but I did end up sliding down the wall and curling up, wrapping my arms around my knees and burying my head in my lap. Hot tears fell down my cheeks, this was all my fault.
I initiated everything. My stupid sketchbook that started it all. I’ve tried numerous times to throw it away but couldn’t part with the moments that made my heart beat faster. Those moments that, seeing Lyell, made me fall in love with him more and more. I clutched my chest in pain.
I couldn’t bring myself to go into the conference room at the moment for lunch. I stood up, straightened my clothes and brushed my fingers through my hair to straighten it. Just that simple motion made me tear up again
