XAVIER'S POV
When Ophelia looks my way before she leaves I can see she's one more blow away from breaking. It's intervention time. I know where she's heading and no matter the name of the place it's nowhere good for her. So I have to choose. I either step up right now or loose her forever, demonstrate my love with my actions, show that I would die for her, suffer for her, yet ultimately, live for her. Or die for this fear, suffer in this fear, live int his fear that she would regret her choice.
It was her and my fear.
And I let my fear win. I let her walk away.
The whole class looked stunned at the way she left.
The teacher just kept staring at the door while the students murmured amongst themselves.
I should have known something was wrong. From the way she kept shaking next to me.
I want to touch her arm.
Tell her that it was okay.
Maybe it was going to be hard but I was with her.
