For His Own Good

Athena’s P.O.V.

Hours went in a blur as time flew so fast. I wasn’t able to track that one month had already passed. And tonight, I would have no other choice but stick to the plan. I couldn’t walk out without breaking Cristoff’s heart.

The past month was irrefutably torture. No, it was actually three months overall. I always forced myself not to speak up with Cristoff, but it was only a front—a fake façade to cover the truth.

When he wasn’t looking at me, God knew how much I always stared at him; that every time I pretended not to mind him during our group discussions, I always longed for him, and my hands were even aching because I wanted to touch him.

How I wished I had eyes on the back of my head so that I could still see him whenever I walked away. I always imparted through my actions that he was the reason behind it. The truth was I couldn’t take my eyes off him, and I wouldn’t want any single time that I wouldn’t be able to see him.