Everything seemed to blur in front of his eyes. Did she not feel anything when he'd kissed her that morning? Did she not feel anything when he had held her through that night and never left her side?

What was he supposed to do?

He sat there just crying his eyes out, for all the reasons he knew he was never going to be able to say.

Natalia walked out of her room. The sun had started to set outside, and the house that Axton rarely ever illuminated was cast in partial darkness.

She walked across the hallway like she could wait forever to get to him, and towards Axton's...