17. Regret

Bruce's POV

I called Starla earlier today and she told me her flight was in. I decided to go see her so that we could at least talk things over.

I met her at her apartment and she welcomed me, looking a bit sad. It made my heart break that I had completely overlooked her and moved on with another person.

"How are you doing?" I asked taking a seat she offered me.

"I'm okay.." She flipped her hair, which was now shoulder length behind her ear. "Are you?"

"Yeah.." I trailed. "I came here so that we can talk....I wanted you to explain what exactly happened. "

She let out a sigh and sat next to me.

"I'm sorry for how I spoke to you earlier...I wanted to ensure safety.”

"Safety? of what?" I frowned and her eyes began to water.

"Starla..." I whispered cupping her face.

“They're really dangerous people.”

“Who? Who are they?” I asked.

“Her parents…they threatened me to leave the country. They wanted me away from you.”

“Are you serious? All this was happening and you didn't tell me..why?” I