Miracle's POV.
I watched Steve, he was a brilliant…brilliant man but with zero idea that his words could cut through someone like a sharp dagger.
I blinked back tears, trying to pull it together.
I opened the drawer pretending I was looking for something so I could have a minute to myself, but I guess he saw through it.
"Hey, I'm sorry" he hugged me. "I didn't mean to yell. I love you...I don't care about beauty and stuff. I love you the way you are..."
I wanted to say something but I was once again tossed into darkness and Stevie was gone…disappeared into thin air.
But the warm hands remained. It was holding me…like a tether keeping me steady.
But where did Stevie go?
I wanted to say something to him.
I wanted to say that when you love someone like he claimed to have loved me, you don't cut them down…you don't bloody reduce them to nothing.
When you love someone, you don't do that to them but he was nowhere to be found.
