Layla's POV

It had been days. Painful, silent days since I 'revealed' the truth to Noah.

He no longer spoke to me. I wasn't expecting him to.

That look, that warmness in his eyes that had started to develop for me. That twinkle whenever he saw me had disappeared, replaced with something cold.

But it wasn't hatred. He didn't hate me.

Maybe it was because he never loved me enough to.

But he felt something, hatred... Towards Elena!

What baffled me was; he didn't remember her... Why did he hate her so much?

I understood him a bit.

I made her out to be the bad guy, yes... I blamed...