Chapter12

#Chapter12

Raymond Reynold's POV

Some people in your life makes you feel strong, independent, confident and even alive. They're your strength, your happiness is bound to them, they smile and the butterfly in your stomach comes alive, the sound of their laugh makes your lips stretch.

Kryptonite.

Yes.

Sophie is my weakness.

Here waiting outside the Intensive Care Unit, all I want is her to be okay. There is this uneasiness in my heart. I realize that I've been constantly tapping my foot. I swipe the droplets of sweat from my forehead.

I close my eyes and rest my head against the wall.

Sophie.

I saw her, dressed in the royal blue gown, the red color of her lipstick making her lips look more luscious.

Standing in the library, oblivious to what is happening around her.