Raegan gazed up at him with determination.
âIâve had feelings for you for a really long time.
â
âFor how long?â
âTen whole years.
â
âWhat⦠What do you meanâ¦â Mitchel, usually so good with words, suddenly found himself stammering at Raeganâs revelation.
He was utterly astonished.
Had Raegan actually said she liked him for ten whole years?
âs BunnyBookery Raegan felt a little embarrassed.
She was an introvert and always kept her feelings to herself, especially when it came to matters of heart.
If it werenât for Mitchelâs selfless rescue and heartfelt confession of his feelings, she would have kept this secret buried inside her.
âI Like youâ¦â Raegan glanced down, fiddling with her fingers as she finally let it out.
âMitchel, Iâve liked you in silence for ten years.
Youâve always been the one in my heart.
â
Everything seemed to freeze at that moment.
To Mitchel, the surrounding noise faded into a distant hum.
Raegan liked him for ten whole years.
Mitchel, momentarily forgetting about his injuries, tried to sit up quickly but was met with sharp pain.
He hissed in pain.
In a panic, Raegan pushed him gently back down, urging, âStay still! Are you okay? Do we need to get a doctor?â Anxiety and concern were evident on her face, her hand reaching out to press the button and call for the doctor.
Mitchel stopped Raegan by clutching her hand.
âRaeganâ¦â
Despite his pain, he didnât pay heed to his injuries.
His mind was a whirlwind of shock.
âWas it really me you had liked starting from ten years ago?â He was in disbelief, afraid that he had misheard or he was simply having illusions.
âCould you pinch me? Am I dreaming?â
His excitement was evident, drawing Raeganâs hand to his face for a hit to confirm the reality himself.
âItâs no dream!â he exclaimed.
Raegan was amused by his reaction, beaming.
She felt an overwhelming tenderness.
Seeing this side of Mitchel, surprised and bewildered, was a delightful contrast.
Raeganâs voice, gentle and sweet, carried her confession.
âMitchel, Iâve had feelings for you for a long span of time!â
Mitchelâs face showed more emotions than ever before, di splaying a blend of joy and astonishment.
âWhen was that exactly?â
Raeganâs face fell as she recalled the past.
âRemember me asking if youâd ever been to Tenassie?â
âYeah.
â Mitchel did recall.
It was on their way back from paying respects to her grandmother.
He gave it some thought but confirmed he had never visited Tenassie.
However, with Raegan mentioning it again, he started to piece things together.
âDid our paths cross there?â
Raegan confirmed with a nod, âBack then, I was attending middle school in Tenassie.
My grandmother had no means of income, and my uncle wasnât dependable.
To ease my grandmotherâs financial strain, I dedicated myself to my studies in hopes of earning scholarships.
The school recognized my efforts, rewarding me with scholarships for three years and covering all my tuition and boarding expenses.
Yet, this generosity from the school sparked envy among some fellows.
One Friday, on my way back to my grandmotherâs house, they confronted me on the road.
Despite being outnumbered, I stood my ground and defended myself with a brick.
â
This memory was vivid in Raeganâs mind.
She had only one thought at that moment.
Showing weakness would only invite more bullying.
She was determined to stand strong and show them she was no pushover.