“If you could change one thing about yourself, Mirabelle, what would it be?”
My heart stopped.
Raph's gaze was piercing as though he could clearly see the fears that lay beneath my own eyes. Abruptly, I tore my eyes away and gestured for him to let me pass. When he didn’t move, I raised my hand and pointed towards my entrance.
I had only ever told one person. My best friend. It was much easier when it was just the two of us who knew. Perhaps then I wouldn’t have to feel so abnormal each time. I knew there was no chance of a cure for someone like me. Someone who had become prey to a strange kind of trauma. Then he showed up, like an armorless knight. Raphael should never find out, but what difference will it make? How long will he last?
One more love story, One more holiday romance, One more Christmas miracle.
