Arella

THE AIR blew my face as I walked outside my apartment building. It had been two weeks since Skip’s father died. Our goodbyes were painful than I’d ever anticipated. I couldn’t even look at him in the eyes because I didn’t want him to go without telling him everything.

The moment he walked away, he took the other part of me.

“Reigh, I didn’t plan on parting this way. I just want you to know that you are the best thing that ever happened in my life.” He held my chin and lifted. “Look at me, please?” And I had no choice but to meet the sullen-filled eyes. “I...