Chapter 11

If broken pieces could be piled back into a perfect portrait, I would have bled to do that. If we could take back broken pieces of words to arrange the heart piercings, I would have done that. Every broken pieces of hurtful words flew out of her mouth. She didn’t have a care. Cody’s hands flared out as she continued speaking. Her eyes was without any form of hurt regarding what she was telling me. With each beat, she hurt me with her words by seconds.

I am a fool. I didn’t even know what I was doing here, hugging her like she was the next lifeline to me. I didn’t know what I was doing here, trying to comfort her when she had just hurt me. And here I was standing like a bag of salt, without no motive to move away or tell her she had been doing me wrong. My heart clenched. And not in the wrong way. Cody stoood still, her hands were not hugging me back. I realized that a little too soon. With a bit of a broken heart, I removed my hands and she sighed out of relief. How embarrassing, Adam