ANGELINA POV:The next day, we headed to the airport. I was still on my wheelchair so Peter had to do everything. As the plane started leaving the ground, I felt the familiar pit in my stomach the first time I had traveled. Memories of that day flooded my mind; my first flight was with Danzel. After knowing that it was my first time in the air, Danzel had distracted me by placing feather-like kisses all over my jaw and neck. A shiver rang through my body at the memory of his lips against my skin. Not wanting to cry anymore, I shook my head getting rid of his thoughts. I was now leaving this country, along with everything behind, the people, the haunting incidents, the happy memories, and the terrifying moments. I was not going to think about it or at least try to not think about it. I know it would be difficult but I didn't have any choice. I couldn't sit and cry over what had happened to me. And no matter how much my heart desired I wouldn't go back to the person who left me there in

Surprise, surprise! ;)I decided to get rid of a little sleep and write down one more chapter for all my amazing and lovely readers! At first, I thought about writing a small one but then one word led to another, and well, you know, here goes the update!ANGELINA POV:My eyes blurred off the people I was pushing and making my way through. I ran, not caring about the heels piercing my ankles, and the pain shot through them. My heart thumped loudly in my ears when my brain tried to assure me that it was my hallucination and not the real man. Some part of my conscious brain knew that the sudden stunt I had done back thereby stopping in the middle of the speech and running like a mad woman will surely end me in trouble but I couldn't care less. It was like the time when you see your death and your life both standing in front of you staring at you, looking at you in the eyes with the same intensity that'd make you die of suffocation and also fill your lungs with fresh air.I didn't know w

Angelina's POV:"Why the fuck are you still wearing sweatpants?" Jo's said angrily and then pushed past me."Stop swearing, Jo." I sighed and closed the door."You aren't even fucking dressed!" She exclaimed ignoring my last sentence."It's fine, I will be ready in a minute," I said waving her off."You get naked in one minute. Getting ready requires a lot of time." She said walking into my bedroom.To be honest, I had totally forgotten about our plans. When I came home this afternoon, I sat by the window staring at nothing particular. My thoughts were revolving around what happened in the café. Danzel was all I could think about. I relished in the feeling of letting my heart beat in its own rhythm, letting my mind think whatever it wants to, letting my heart desire whoever it wants to. I was all by myself and no one was there to see me and so I didn't have to pretend to be okay and normal. Instead, I did the exact opposite of normal. I sat like an insane person in one position which

ANGELINA POV:The entire ride to the hospital, I kept clutching Peter's head pressing the cloth tightly trying to avoid more blood flow. The man who came rushing to us offering a ride to the hospital seemed somewhat suspicious to me. But I brushed the thought away because right now Peter needed medical attention.He was immediately taken in when we reached the hospital. I stood there for a while and then remembered I had to fill in all the necessary documents. Walking down to the receptionist I asked her for the paperwork but she surprised me by saying that the man who rode us here had already filled in everything and also instructed me to inform him when the bills are made.I searched for the man and found him standing stiffly by his car, talking to somebody on his phone. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he looked like a bodyguard to me."Excuse me?" I stood behind him.He turned around at my voice and nodded. "Yes, Miss?""Thank you for helping us, for bringing my friend here," I

ANGELINA POV:People say that love can make you do stuff you'd never think of doing, it makes you search for stars and fall for mountains. Love makes you believe that there is beauty in the twinkling body above our heads when we watch them with our partners, that there is calmness in watching the waves kiss the shore. But there is a stronger emotion than love. It is guilt. Guilt can make you miserable; it can make you want to stop living. The feeling of guilt can kill people, it can kill relationships, and it can kill love. That was what I was feeling, guilt.I sat by my window, gazing outside the lonely night, watching the stars. My heart was heavy with many emotions, but there was one which I couldn't understand why. Guilt. I felt guilty, less embarrassed, but guilty. I felt guilty for kissing Peter and embarrassed for enjoying it. Yes, I was vulnerable. Yes, I knew about his feelings for me, but still, I couldn't stop myself. Why? Why did I kiss him?I sighed and closed my eyes, bri