Chapter 365
Chapter 365:
“What am I supposed to do with everything that happened before? And where does Joseph fit into all this? What if Daniel finds out the truth about my past p>
“Sophia Ysabelle Del Mundo, listen to yourself. You can’t undo what already happened. The past is the past, and nothing you do now will change it. Stop letting old wounds keep you from chasing happiness. Have you ever thought that maybe everything happening now is just the result of all the choices you made back then p>
He set a comforting hand on my shoulder.
“Stop clinging to old memories. And if you ask me, you should start by having an honest conversation with your mother p>
I looked at him, remembering Daniel had told me almost the exact same thing not long ago.
“Hello, beautiful p>
“Hello…” My words died as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.
“Ahh,” was all I managed when he finally pulled back.
Only a handful of students lingering around the rehearsal room noticed what happened—Craig included.
“So, how’s your day going?” he asked, smiling as he brushed his thumb over my lips.
“We have an audience,” I whispered, noticing Craig watching from across the room.
𝖬𝗈𝗌t 𝘳𝗲a𝗱 𝗍h𝗶𝘀 𝗐ее𝗸 𝘰𝗇
“Let them watch. Who knows how long this show will last p>
His words left me bewildered. He must have seen it on my face, because he reached out and gently pinched my nose before kissing my forehead.
“That’s not what I meant, silly,” he said, laughing with a warmth that softened everything.
I found myself smiling, letting go of the unease that had been lingering inside me.
He wrapped an arm around my waist and whispered, “Come on, my love p>
In that moment, everything around me sharpened—brighter, clearer. For the first time, I knew I was fully awake. This was real, and he was no longer the man he used to be. All I could do was hope his feelings for me ran as deep as mine.
We headed toward his car, and the sound of his humming caught me off guard. Without a word, I listened, frowning slightly until we got inside and he turned the key in the ignition.
“Do you know what song that is p>
He turned to me, eyes widening as if he’d only just realized he’d been humming.
“That song? Honestly, I’m not sure. Andrew was humming it earlier, and I guess it got stuck in my head p>
“So it’s on a loop now, huh?” I teased, smiling when he rubbed the back of his neck shyly. That little gesture always made me smile.
“I can’t help it. The melody just won’t leave,” he said with a half-shrug.
“Then sing a bit for me p>
“You know that’s a bad idea. I’ll never sound as good as you p>
“Don’t be shy. Let me hear you—just a few lines p>
“Fine,” he groaned, bracing himself. “But you’d better not laugh if I mess up p>
“You have my word. Not a single giggle,” I promised, raising my right hand as if swearing an oath.
After a few exaggerated sighs, he finally gathered the courage and sang a small snippet—something about that “crazy little thing called love p>