Arabel's POV
As a tear trickles down my cheeks on my way out, I begin to wonder why.
I keep asking myself if this heaviness inside my heart is because Richard keeps confessing his feelings for me while igniting mine, or if this is just because he kissed me again.
After I warned him.
I gave him a chance.
He ruined it again. He couldn't hold himself back.
In a haste to be far from here, to gather my thoughts and decide on what I really want, I bump my shoulder into someone just as the elevator opens.
I stumble backward, but I am quick to grab myself, stopping me from falling to the ground.
“I'm so sorry,” the young woman apologizes quickly, squatting down to grab my phone, which rolled down from my hand to the floor.
I plaster a quick smile on my face so she won't assume I am offended by what happened. It is not entirely her fault; I wasn't looking either.
I was blinded by my tears.
When she looks up, my eyes flash in recognition as a low gasp leaves my mouth, making my heart beat lou
