Chapter Thirty Five

Amber William. The darkest of them all. She walks home alone. She is broken. She has never been this broken.

And in front of her. As she walks the streets. She meets him. The cutest of them all. Miles Willson.

The one who once loved her. When no one else did. Yet she left him. Like a stranger she never knew.

He is dirty. Torn apart by the streets. Torn apart by his heartbreak. He feels lost. But even in his state. He sees her cry. His once loved one. And he knows who did this to her.

"Why are you crying?" He asks her. She had not seen him through the tears. She wipes them away. And looks at him.

And there she sees. How much she has hurt him. Whatever she did to him. Or he did to himself. She sees the concern in his eyes. How much he cares for her. Yet she left him in the dark.

Heartbreak is a silence that no sound can break.

She runs to hug him. To embrace him in her tears. She doesn't care of the dirt on him. She wants her heart to be close to his.

"I'm sorry." She says. From the bottom of her heart. "Tell me he did not do this to you. Tell me he did not make you cry!" Miles Willson asks.

"He did." She tells him.

She does not want to let go. She wants to hug him forever.

We gradually come to realise our mistakes. Though sometimes a little too late.