“Kristoff,” I called him, breaking the silence enveloping the room. We are in the living room and I am sitting across him.
He looked at me as he drank his coffee. It’s two in the morning and I still got no sleep. We talked about a lot of things already, about our history, how he’s been doing, how his friends are doing, though, I know some because Genevieve tells me sometimes.
This is it. If I am going to give him another shot, at least I have to know the details. If I am going to give him another shot, at least I have to know the truth.
I took a deep breath to prepare myself to talk. “What are you and Bianca?” I questioned. Trust me, I have saved up all my other energy for this question and Kristoff better give me an honest answer.
He gave a look. “What about us?” He asked back.
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