POV: Heather

“Heather,” he called out to her, calling me by my name which is a bit unusual for him. I guess I’ve been too quiet and he is not cool with it. I looked up at him and saw him staring at me strangely, making me even more guilty. In his eyes, I saw innocence and genuine love. He is just so real, so innocent. Why would anyone want to hurt him, what has he ever done to them?

“You are not saying anything to me, butterfly. Is anything wrong?” He asked me, coming to sit beside me.

“What?

No… of course not. There is absolutely nothing wrong with...