As soon as he was gone, I sank down onto the bed, my head in my hands. I didn’t know what to feel anymore. I was torn between the possibility of something new with Draven and the haunting memories of Caelan. I wanted to give him a chance, but at the same time, they looked so similar. When I looked at Draven's eyes, I sometimes remembered Caelan.
“Do you think I’m making a mistake?” I asked Kira.
It was the first time I asked for her opinion in years, so I noticed how startled she was.
“No,” she replied softly. “I think you’re just scared. And that’s okay. You’re allowed to be scared, but you’re also allowed to move forward.”
I closed my eyes, trying to quiet my racing thoughts. Maybe Kira was right. If I don't give Draven a chance, I won't know if he even deserves one. As Mom said, I
