Faith's Pov
You can call it stupidity, or maybe just a hopeless kind of love. But I agreed. Even though I knew, deep down, it was going to tear me apart. Maybe it’s because when you truly love someone, you can’t stand to see them hurting, and that’s exactly what he looked like, deafeted and broken.
The minute the words left my lips, "I agree," regret clawed at my throat. A heavy, bitter feeling. But at least now, I can live with the fact that I tried. I tried and I failed.
I wanted to cry. My eyes burned with the urge. He pulled me into a hot, warming hug, his arms tight around me, and promised I wouldn't regret it. He promised I wasn't going to cry anymore. So I swallowed my tears, determined to see him live up to that. I had to.
Unfortunately, the real world had other plans. Just mo
