#Chapter79
Sophie's POV
I rub my eyes, wiping away the tears. Sprawled all over the bed, I try to gather my thoughts.
He left, and I cried again. I huff out in annoyance with myself. However, this time it's not his fault that I cried.
It was pretty obvious that he'd leave, I should've been happy that he even stayed for as long as he did, but the hope in me still existed. That hope was foolish like a child.
Especially because he probably hates me anyway. I'd hate me, too, if I were him. I turn on my side, looking over the small bookshelf, when my eye fixates on a certain book. Tess of D'Urbervilles.