Janice
He is sitting in front of me. There is everything that I can actually share with him since he has been there with me the longest.
But why does it feel like he is the most difficult to just talk to. Is is my conscience? Is it the guilt? Or the excuses that are stopping me from talking to him?
This is a whirlwind of thoughts and everything just keeps on becoming complicated, but will I be ever able to apologize to him.
His mother, was that my sole fault? I don't even remember. Everything regarding that memory becomes hazy everytime. But still there are many things that I need to clear.
And what is his true motive.
Why is he intending to kill me? Would I get answers to those questions if I ask them?
I wish I would.
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"May I ask you one question duke?" She looked in Noah's eyes.
He nodded slightly. "Was I your firt love?" She asked.
Suddenly a cold breeze wrapped around Noah and Janice.
