I could see the uncertainty behind those firm eyes. Tristan tried his best to hide it but I knew he wanted me to accept it.
"I. . Don't know. . " I admitted and watched as his head lowered.
I felt so bad but I had admitted to the truth. His lowered head did not make me feel any better. I felt so guilty.
"Have you never felt anything for me?" He spoke up after some time but did not raise up his head. "They must be something, something very small, that you must have felt for me some day."
I had. I still did.
"Say it," his hand covered mine as he kneeled in front of me. "Say it, Genevieve. Tell me that you had feelings for me."
I closed my eyes. This was hard. There was a constant pain that I felt by the mark given to me by him. How was it ever move on when I felt it everytime?
"Be honest." He kissed my hand.
"I did." I still do but I did not say it.
