#Chapter 72 - The Past Meets The Present

Celia Silence overtakes my body and mind. My once erratic heartbeat comes to a steady and slow beat, filling my ears as if it is white noise. It brings me only the smallest bit of comfort, though, and I am forced to listen to the scrapes of Soren’s shoes against the wooden stairs, slowly leaving the vicinity of Donna’s home. I hear the faint click of her wooden gate and close my eyes, a single tear rolling down my cheek. My hand reaches for the doorknob. I have to stop myself from turning it as soon as my brain realizes what we are about to do. I freeze, unsure of what to do in this moment. Should I chase after him? Should I throw myself into his arms and allow myself to feel the safety and security that he has offered to me so many times? No…that would be a death wish, right? There are too many possibilities of me being hurt in the process and there are too many unknown factors in this whole situation with Bianca. It leaves me feeling so disoriented, forever trapped in a con