Chapter nineteen

Writer's POV

And so the day came, and Christian was singing on his usual spot on that faithful day.

Beth was sitted on the chair, admiring him as he sang. As usual, he was looking really good in his crazy blue jeans, and grey sweatshirt. He had his hair packed up in a bun, and was looking so happy and carefree that Beth felt her eyes stinging with tears. She was not going to see him again, and even if they would see, it would be a long time from now. They still had so much ahead of them. And were still very young. And maybe if they see again, they would already have people in their lives.

Beth tucked her hair behind her ear, then hugged herself, from the sudden cold she was feeling that was making her to shiver. She was still contemplating deeply on how to tell Christian that she was leaving by the next day. She didn't know how he would take it. How he would feel if she told him. It hurt so much to even think about hurting him.