Stacy's POV
I gulp down the cold glass of water. My throat was running dry already. I don't need the serviette so I keep it in case I'll need it later into the session.
"So you think it's your fault he got the accident?" Mr. Hubble asks when I get ready to continue.
"Yeah, it is my fault maybe if I just asked him to give me more time to think about it he would have been safe", I say.
"But then you would have lied", Hubble argues.
"What looks important sir? I rather live with a lie than without my best friend", I say.
I still can't stop thinking of what he will think of me when he comes round. Will he hate me or he will still be in love with me? Both sound scary but as long as he is alive I won't care much. His safety is much more important than anything else not only to me but also t
