บททั้งหมดของ He Knew My Secret First : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 7

JACEWoah, I never expected anyone to be down by this time, especially not Ayla and God has she grown into a woman, last time I was here she was just celebrating her 19th birthday and now she was 21 and a very hot one. She jad always been a very beautiful girl but I never stopped to look at her or observe her the way I did today because of the endless warnings from my sister, seeing her in those shorts and singlets that failed to leave out every detail of her luscious skin and body and her hair packed up just spiraled something in me but I couldn't let it show that I was absolutely mesmerised and in awe of how grown she'd become. I was older than Lina and Ayla with 3 years but I always felt like I was 27 because of the duties of the first son I had to put up with not a 24 year old boy who just wants to have fun and live out his life. “Are you just gonna stand there or are we gonna get to work” Cherry, the hottest girl in college right now said snapping me put of my thoughts and

Ayla didn’t touch her journal for the rest of the afternoon, not because she didn’t want to, but because she couldn’t, she sat on the bed where she’d left it, closed, silent but louder than anything else in the room.“Still writing everything down?”The words replayed in her head, over and over again, too casual, too sure, too specific. Ayla paced the room slowly, arms folded, trying to make sense of it. There were some things Ayla would never say out loud, not to Lina or to anyone, not even to herself—at least, not in a way that made them feel real because once something was said out loud, it changed and it became something you had to face, something you had to own and Ayla wasn’t ready for that, so instead, she wrote. Her journal sat exactly where she had left it, tucked beneath the loose wooden panel in her bag, hidden between her clothes like it was something fragile, she pulled it out and stared at the worn cover for a moment longer than necessary, her fingers traced th

AYLAI don’t turn around immediately, I can’t because if I do this becomes real and right now, there’s still a tiny part of me hoping I’m wrong and that this is some kind of misunderstanding, hoping that voice behind me doesn’t belong to the one person I don’t want it to belong to. But deep down?I already know.“You really don’t listen, do you?”My grip tightens around the journal, I slowly turn and there he is standing there like nothing’s wrong, like he didn’t just shatter the one boundary I never thought anyone would cross, my chest tightens not just with anger, betrayal.“You…” My voice comes out quieter than I expected. “You read it.” I said standing up from the bed walking slowly to him It’s not a question, the proof is literally in my hands and he doesn’t deny it, hoesn’t even try “Yeah,” he says simply like was nothing, like it didn’t matter and that hurts more than anything.“You had no right,” I say, my voice shaking now. “That was mine.”“I know.”“You know?” I let out a