POV (ABELIA)
The florescent lights were buzzing over head, as Noah got up and began to pour me a glass of water. It felt like the room had become smaller and I was finding it harder and harder to breath. We had not spoken for sometime and the silence was making everything unbearable. If he had stopped at you are a princess, I might have laughed and told him he was mad. Me, a princess, please. I could have joked and said, this is not a fairy tale, and I am not Cinderella. But that was not the end of his story. No, it was only the beginning.
"Here, drink this. It'll calm you down." He said, as he handed me the glass. My fingers shook as I took it from him, while my eyes stared down into the liquid. This was impossible. How? How could this be real?
"You have to be wrong? The
