OPHELIA'S POV
How many months has it been?
Or is it been years?
"Stop exaggerating.", A voice in my head said drily. I looked at the walls around me, the ones that confined me, and sighed. I was sure the night had passed and it was early in the morning.
I couldn't know the time for what it was because of the lack of windows and clocks. I tried to get off the bed and retreated almost immediately when I remembered the handcuffs. I couldn't ignore the sting that came from them. It hurt but not as bad as Xavier's words.
I laughed at how naive I had been. Falling in love, yeah, love. It hurt. I shouldn't have thought love was so easy. It was supposed to be colorful, falling in love. It wasn't meant to hurt.
Then why did my heart feel like it was being hammered into these tiny pieces. Pieces that were going to be too hard to pick up and almost impossible to glue back.
I should have listened my heart when I had the time.
