Avelina replied, "Yes."
Draven fluttered his eyes. He pondered over Santino's words. He was curious, and he wanted to know. Did Avelina love him as Satino said?
A soft breath fled his nose. He went ahead, asking, "Do you...love me, Avelina?"
Avelina blinked her eyes open. She stared into nothing, suddenly forgetting how to breathe.
Love…him? Her lips trembled, and she took a deep breath to calm her suddenly anxious self.
Do I…love him? Avelina questioned herself. She was unsure. She could not think of a direct or true answer to give.
This was what she was confused about—it was what she needed an answer to. How unfortunate was she that Draven would ask her such a question during a time when she was lost in her thoughts and swallowed by uncertainty and bewilderment?
She does not know yet—she has no answer to give.
What was she to give him as a response?
