Chapter 4: The Choices We Made Do Define Us

Harper stared at me from head to toe, really drinking in my appearance like he hasn't seen me in years, and we've only parted for a couple of weeks or so. 

'I've really missed you', he said, ignoring my earlier remark, and completely oblivious to the anger bubbling in my chest. 

'You let me go', I said, stressing every syllable with an angry tone. 

The anger I felt towards him was almost unbearable, but consistent, nonetheless. I wasn't sure why I blamed him the most, even though he was innocent of all that had went down recently. I expected him to do more, even though he didn't really have to do anything.

'I wish I hadn't', he said, and his face dropped. 'My decision has been eating at me ever since the day of the coronation.'

'That's not what I meant', I said as I realized the double entendre to my words. I didn't want him getting any ideas. The way he was looking at me was dangerous enough.