#Chapter 92: Mistakes Were Made

Noah's POV My hands trembled as I left the coffee shop. Ella's face, a whirlwind of emotions, was etched into my mind. She had listened, really listened, and I had poured my heart out in a way I never thought I could. But now, all I could do was replay the words that I had said to her. They all felt so stupid now. As I walked back to my dorm, memories from the past began to flood my mind, pulling me back to when it all started. I was eight years old when my parents brought Liam home. He was seven, all wide-eyed and scared. They told me he was going to be my new brother. I had always wanted a sibling, someone to share my adventures with, someone who would be my partner in crime. For a while, things were good. We played sports together, had epic video game battles, and watched movies late into the night. I remember how we used to build forts out of blankets and pillows in the living room, pretending we were knights defending our castle. Those were some of the best times of my li