CHAPTER 19

Stella Romilly's pov,

Past

Saying sorry is a selfish thing to do. You are doing that to relieve yourself of guilt. But what of the person who has been torn apart?

Hannah was not like the other kids who snickered and laughed when I walked by.

She was the nicest person I had ever met.

She had volunteered to sit by me at lunch and guide me through my first days at school. We sat in the dining area. I opposite her. Her with food. Me with a space.

“Here,” she said, pushing her full lunch box to me. I could smell the sausages and rice from where I sat. My stomach growled and my mouth watered.

“Let's share,” she said.

I looked at the food timidly, feeling guilty.

“You don't have to be nice to me you know” I stated. She may have been forced into this but I would rather a genuine heart. She looked confused. Tilting her head to one side, she asked me.

“Why?”

I was startled by her question. “What?”

“Why do you think I shouldn't be nice to you?” She poured, the redness on her cheeks prominent.