~{ARLEEN'S POV}~
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"I show up because I can't bear to see you hurt and I can't leave because I'm deeply in love with you."
I faced forward and closed my eyes as his words sunk deep into my mind.
"Where are we going?"
"To a place where we can talk properly," he answered.
"Talk about what?" I inquired while frowning.
"Everything."
***
Seated in a nice and chill restaurant, I felt at ease and a bit relaxed.
In front of me was a cup of vanilla ice cream as I savored every taste and tried to forget my sorrows.
"Had I known ice cream would work wonders I should've brought you here earlier," Clifford stated while watching me and I smiled.
"Ice cream is best taken when down."
"Is that so?" He arched a brow at me as if he was knowing it for the first time.
"Mhmm," I nodded.
"Arleen."
"Yes?" I looked at him.
