Miracle's POV.
I watched Steve, he was a brilliant…brilliant man but with zero idea that his words could cut through someone like a sharp dagger.
I blinked back tears, trying to pull it together.
I opened the drawer pretending I was looking for something so I could have a minute to myself, but I guess he saw through it.
"Hey, I'm sorry" he hugged me. "I didn't mean to yell. I love you...I don't care about beauty and stuff. I love you the way you are..."
I wanted to say something but I was once again tossed into darkness and Stevie was gone…disappeared into thin air.
But the warm hands remained. It was holding me…like a tether keeping me steady.
But where did Stevie go?
I wanted to say something to him.
I wanted to say that when you love someone like he claimed to have loved me, you don't cut them down…you don't bloody reduce them to nothing.
