Page 159 of Sleet Princess


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Try not to free any of the tears dancing along my lashes.

But I fail.

I fail because while I was falling in love, Luke was planning his escape.

I’ll tell her soon.

That phrase alone…

I press my hands to my stomach.

I can’t have that conversation.

I can’t stand in front of Luke when he tells me it’s over.

I’m not strong enough. I won’t survive it.

My hummingbird backs away from the awful feeling filling us and bumps into my spine. Her little legs buckle, and she slides down my vertebrae until she’s sitting, her wings slumped at her sides as she blinks.

We were too hopeful.

Luke spreading his arms, blocking his cousins, and telling us to run.

Luke twirling his finger, sitting in the penalty box, wanting to see our jersey.

Luke keeping his arms around us as he introduced me to his friends.

The kiss on the red carpet.

The ice skates.

Luke… being himself.

He was justbeing himself.

And we got too confident.

I press my hands over my heart.

“We’ll be okay,” I whisper.

For me.

For my pretty little bird.

For the future.

My steps are unsteady as I hurry down the hall and into the bedroom.

The bathroom door is still shut, and I try my best to quickly gather a pair of pajamas while tears drip down my cheeks.

If I can be asleep before he gets out—if I canpretendto be asleep—then I won’t need to face him.

And I can’t face him.

Because right now, with my heart fracturing inside my ribs, I can’t look at Luke and pretend I don’t love him.

Chapter 120

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