I tossed and turned in my bed,unable to fall asleep. Jacob's voice kept ringing in my mind and I just couldn't damn shook it off.
But why? Why was I feeling so much for him? Very honestly it was affecting me. Even my were swollen due to the whole crying sessions ever since he confessed his story. I though I hated him,but can I feel someone's pain like this if I really hated him? Is it possible? Do I hate him?
Climbing out of my bed, I headed outside. It had rained that night,and cool breeze was blowing. An honest confession on my part was that....that I don't hate him. Yes,that's a truth. I don't feel guilty about it and why should I? After all every person has a right to have a second chance in their life,don't they?
As I stared at the silent neighborhood,I could feel a weird sensat
