SEBASTIAN'S POV
The last class we had for the day came to an end. I honestly wanted to talk to Ariana and ask why she was sad. I didn't have to guess to know that she was sad; I saw it I. Her eyes and the way her lips turned downward.
I could literally see the wheels turning in her head, overthinking a situation to death. She could talk to me. Why didn't she believe that?
I missed her so much. All the times we spent together and all our moments that were precious to me.
But it was all over now.
I would love to tell myself that there was hope that things could go back to the way they were before, but that would mean flat out lying to myself. At this point, I didn't believe that things could go back to the way they were. It just wasn't impossible.
