*Jasmine's POV*
"I'm not a liar," I said defensively. "So when you said that you didn't want me in your life, that wasn't a lie?" Benjamin prompted with a smile. I stubbornly placed my hand on my hips. "That is different," I sighed. "It was better that way," I said in a whisper.
"And the fact that you said that I had imagined everything between us? Was that the truth then?" I was quiet. When he saw that I wasn't going to answer his question, he stroke his hand through his hair.
"You are too pure of a soul to hide under that tent. Besides, I have the feeling you are too tempered to control your words anyway." I sighed. It was quiet for a while.
"I hate the fact that I can't see your face, or at least less of it because of the veil. It's been months!" he grumbled. "Although I do get why they covered those eyes of yours, they haunt me still." Benjamin sighed deeply and shook his hand through his hair.
