R A V E N N A
Zane was sitting on the bed, with a book in his hand. I had knocked a few times, but there was no answer.
I figured that maybe he was too caught up in the book, and didn't hear me.
Or, maybe, he didn't want to talk to me.
I walked into the room, and shut the door behind me. Zane looked up from the book and sighed.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, in a tired tone.
"We need to talk."
"I don't want to talk. Goodnight." He said, and resumed reading the book.
"Please, Zane."
"There is nothing to talk about, Ravenna. You already made your feelings clear, and I heard you. So, please, leave me alone."
"I didn't mean it. It was a mistake."
"No, Ravenna. You didn't make a mistake. Your words came from somewhere deep inside you. Somewhere, that you are afraid to admit. An
