A CONFESSION

ACE’S POINT OF VIEW. The air around us felt suddenly still as our laughter died. I could feel the nerves on the back of my neck spiking as I stared at Amara. Dressed in my hoodie, which stopped mid-thigh, I could not help but think. My mind reverted to her parents, to the love they shared that was so powerful, it found them years later. I never believed in love, especially because it was never a possibility with the kind of home I came from… it was that hell hole that could ever be called a home. I swallowed the dry feeling in my throat and faced the peppers frying in the cooker. I needed something to distract me, so I wouldn’t see the look of disgust in her eyes from what I was about to tell her. ‘But what if she decides to leave you… What will you do then?’ my subconscious whispered, and the thought of it struck a feeling of panic through me. I don’t know if I’d be able to survive that. Amara showed me a future I never thought I would see… a future I never thought possible. “I’m st