CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
FAITH’S POV
My heart, my emotions; literally everything in me felt numb. I wanted to speak, scream even, just to let it all out but the only thing I could do was sit on the balcony alone, very much sober as that stupid image replayed in my head. Her lips had been on his, the same girl he defended so hard. Just friends, huh? The star filled night seemed to be taunting me, reminding me just how everything was going on as normal, while I sat in the dark at three in the morning, the faded party music from next door in the background, wanting to feel something-no, begging to feel something. A little stream of tears would be nicer than sitting here with a pile of unanswered questions and numb emotions.
I drew my knees together, resting my chin on them and even in the flim
