Chapter eight

" Ana" Justin called and went after her.

" Don't follow me" Ana cried and ran into her room while Justin followed her.

" Ana?" Justin called before locking the door and going to sit beside her on the bed. " Are you sad"

" Justin!!" She put her head on his chest and embraced him tightly which made tendrils of her hair to fall on his face.

" Why are you crying?" Justin asked rubbing her back.

" I'm a terrible person Justin, I am" she cried.

Justin just admired her. He inhaled her scent and was dazzled. " How can someone smell so nice despite coming out from a lock up?" He asked himself.

" Tell me, am I such a terrible person?" She asked. Tears welled up in her eyes, causing those ocean blue eyes to glisten.

" No Ana, you're not." Justin said. Her hair had now covered some part of her face so Justin tucked her hair behind her ear so he could get a better view of her beautiful face.

Ana kept on saying things that Justin couldn't hear. Not because she wasn't loud enough, but because he was