Chapter 39
He stood there, doing his own thinking. The moon was beautiful, even if it was unreachable. He briefly thought if it resembled his relationship with Bella; beautiful but unattainable.
He threw away his negative thoughts and went back inside, using the kitchen door. Not so surprisingly, Alice was there, with two cups of steaming hot chocolate in the kitchen counter. She had always been kind of a psychic.
"Tell me." She said softly as she pushed the mug towards him.
"I don't know what you want to hear Alice." No matter what, he didn't want to hurt one of the most important women in his life.
"Then don't tell me what I want to hear. Tell me the truth." Her voice was still small and her shame was noticeable.
"I don't know where to start."
"Start from the beginning. Start telling me when I became this person, the one that you can't trust in anymore."
ouch!
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