17. DEVON

Slowly, she raised her head and her eyes darted around, refusing to meet mine. It was funny.

 

"Why are your cheeks red? Are you blushing?"

 

Her cheeks went even redder, she looked like a ripe tomato. She shook her head quickly to say no.

 

"Come on, don't lie to me. You are blushing." I teased. "Why are you blushing?"

 

Before she could put her gaze on the ground again, I grabbed her chin and steadied her gaze on me.

 

"Olivia..." I said. "The doctor says that if you train hard, there is a chance you could speak again."

 

A chance? She asked.

 

I nodded. "I asked the same thing too. What is the essence of training so hard if we can't guarantee that you will speak at the end? Wouldn't it all just be a waste of time?"

 

She turned her face to the left side and a soft wind blew past her, her hair moved in accordance. What was wrong with the weather and playing with my feelings today?