Persephone held his face in her hands and made her look at her. She didn't want him to avert his gaze from her and neither did she want him to turn his face from her. It was juvenile behaviour of her but hell if she cared.
She has done thinking. For weeks, she has been trying to decipher this man and the gush of feelings that he brought to her confused heart.
It was time to stop thinking and start doing.
Santiago sighed as there was nothing he could do. This woman was becoming his weakness each passing day.
"Just answer me if we know each other from before? Because I don't remember your face but I recognise your scent...the feelings you brought when you're close to me. Please tell me."
Her tone was almost as if she was begging him.
"We don't feel familiar with the people we never met before," Persephone shouted this time. "I know there is an angle that I can't see. But you know everything. I know you do."
