Xavier’s Point of View
Mianette was a well-reasoned girl. I had never seen her getting irritated. The only thing in her doe-eyes was disgust.
“Go and take a shower!” She yelled at me, fuming in anger. Her nose was red as ever. On top of that, how could she smell that moron? The strong emotion of hatred and jealousy was surrounding her heart. I couldn’t bear to see her like that. So, I pulled her close, forcing her to bury her head on my chest.
It worked. My scent was calming her nerves. Her detestation turned into sorrow. Soon I felt cold tears and sobbing. I tightened my grip around her. Her small hands curled against my torso as she snuggled further.
“Don’t cry,” I muttered, kidding the top of her head.
“I don’t know why I’m crying! I’m just too sad!” She replied.
Before I could r
