Cleo's Pov
It's been six days.
Six long, depressing, lonely days without my baby, and I don't know how much longer I can cope living without him.
I can't eat, sleep or leave my bedroom. I even came back to Manchester to avoid the temptation of seeing him. I didn't wanna run into him and break down.
But now, I'm not so sure leaving him was what I really wanted.
He's called and texted me, and I've read his text messages repeatedly, and I cry my heart out wanting him just as much, but how do we just get past what he told me. He killed someone. That someone is his brother, but..
Yes, there's a but..
I love him. Unconditionally, apparently, because it's not changing how I feel. The longer I go without him, the more I don't care about what be did because he would never hurt me.
