Stephanie's POV
The world seemed to stop, black hair and eyes of beauty. Face paler than snow, cheeks and lips flushed as if stained in juices of freshest cherries. The silence grew louder as the two silhouettes blurred from my vision.
"Do you see it? He doesn't love you." Her voice once again whispered in my eyes.
I didn't need further confirmation, it was what I forgot to count. A playboy like him can get one. I shouldn't be said this is the best outcome I could ever get. My one sided fleeting feelings finally coming to end. I turned and left before I see whatever goes between them further. They deserve privacy.
