"We are friends," Spencer replied.
Friends? Who says so? I'm not your friend. Nathalia knitted her brows, confused and frustrated.
The reporters watched the young couple leave and quickly made their way back to their office, ready to write down the excitement of the morning. A glorious morning. A new start.
As soon as they were out of sight of the crowd, Nathalia stomped at Spencer's feet and threw a punch at his chest. "Let go of me. What do you want?!" She yelled angrily.
It actually hurt, but Spencer didn't want to let go; instead, it somehow made him feel more alive and less empty, seeing Nathalia getting frustrated, having her so close to him. "Nathalia, I can't. I can't let you go." He said in a pleading tone.
It was true. He had tried, more than once, his best, but all in vain. He couldn't forget her. He couldn't just let go.
