Chapter 43: Growing up

Two years later

It has been two years since that horrible birthday where I felt as my heart was being ripped out from my chest.

After my fall and crying, the moment I saw Tyson I just didn’t care what he was doing there, why, or even how he knew where to find me.

He carried me all the way in his arms, back home.

My parents were out of their minds from worry, trying to ask me what happened the day after, but I didn’t speak about it, I felt totally numb.

Nights were the hardest. Every time I would lay down in my bed, closing my eyes, I would see his face, hear his voice, it was torture.

In school, we avoided each other at some poin