Se connecter“Yes, it is really gorgeous.” I responded, doing nothing to wipe the smile off my face because I knew that it was going to come back anyway. Octavia smiled as she kept her gaze on the setting sun. And while the view was really beautiful, I had no business with the view, she was the one who made it
AIDAN NIGHTINGALE. Settling into the place took longer than I initially thought it was going to, but I enjoyed every moment of hauling the bags and unloading it, and there was also something about the way Octavia stared at me that made me feel as though I was really doing something right. Smiling,
“So?” The sound of Aidan’s voice made me realize that I hadn’t said anything yet, and I wanted to, but I had no idea what to say, the view of the building itself had knocked the breath out of me. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how the view from the house itself would be; my goodness, it would be
OCTAVIA ADLER. The ride in the car went on for a while too long, and by the time the car finally came to a halt, I was yawning. Aidan was still holding my hand as if I was scared or something, but I didn’t mind. He squeezed my hand softly as he helped me out of the car, and after taking about thre
That bastard. “You should relax now, we have about forty-five minutes left until we land, and I want you to use that to get enough rest in.” He said as he started getting up. My lips parted. “I don’t need to—” “I’ll see you soon.” My mouth closed just as quickly as they’d open, and I couldn’t fin
OCTAVIA ADLER. The butterflies in my stomach knew no bounds as Aidan pulled me closer to him, and I breathed him in, reminding myself time and time again that I wasn’t alone in this. I didn’t need to, but I kept reminding myself that Aidan wasn’t the kind of man that would be a deadbeat, and once
“Nothing else! I’m all set, let’s go.” I said and with that, Eren and I walked out of the room but leaving that room felt strange, like I was leaving a part of me behind. The hallway felt colder with every step I took beside Eren. His hand held mine, tight, steady and certain but inside my chest so
“When you saw him, weren’t you scared of him?” He asked, his confusion deepening when I shook my head in response to his question. “I mean, he was scary, sure but he’s awfully nice. I feel like those reporters know nothing about him and that’s why they painted him out to be some kind of monster.” I
OCTAVIA ADLER. What was that look on Mr Nightingale’s face? It bothered me that I couldn’t read his facial expression before he turned away and it bothered me that I was worried about him. The urge to put one foot in front of the other and walk towards him was so strong that I had to bite my tong
“That would explain her disorientation and I apologize I didn’t catch it quickly to prevent this from happening,” his lips quivered as he spoke, “what’s going on now is that her mind is blocking out pieces of memory to protect itself.” “What she’s experiencing now is memory loss and it’s difficult







