Kiara pulled her hand from against his chest, his heart was beating as fast as hers and somehow the pace had her thinking that maybe he really wasn’t lying this time. That look in his teary eyes and the vulnerable expression on his face...she couldn’t do it, she couldn’t just tell him she wouldn’t forgive him after he practically begged her not to...

Time...he said he needed time, but how much of it?

Kiara didn’t know what to do, how to feel...he was going into depth about his past now, about his feelings, it was almost impossible for her not to pity him, for her not to think of believing him, but should she?

Kiara shook her head. She knew she shouldn’t, believing Zique always ended with a heartache. She had cried so many times because of him, everything between them had always led to chaos, so why?

Why reignite with the pain and the suffering all because of something as useless as love. It wasn’t a lie he said, but that contradicted against his previous words.

‘I guess my white lies