"No, the one who needs to stop is you, Noah," Jeremy spoke as he turned to face his nephew. His expression was unusually stern, "I care for you, which is why I am here. You need to pull that head of yours out of whichever hole you have shoved and move on."
"You don't understand, uncle!" Noah seemed agitated as he raised his fists and banged his hands on the table. "You don't…how could I— how can I… Move on?" He wasn't willing to forget or leave the matter of the past in the past.
For three years he had the woman within arms reach, whom he had been waiting and dreaming of, and she had loved him back. Yet, he had no idea and like a fool he had chased after Ariel who was lying to him.
A woman who had been deceiving him all along, and for years was his source of affection, while the one who had been loyal to him was pushed away and faced his derision and mockery.
