Alaric
I couldn't get my mind over what he had said, even when we booked a train ride from Osaka to Suzuka for the racing weekend.
The express train cut through the Japanese countryside, the scenery blurring past the glass window in a streak of green and gray, but my thoughts were permanently stuck in that vacant lounge room at the temple.
Yes, Mom. I am in love with him.
The admission repeated like a broken record in my head, loud and relentless over the rhythmic clatter of the train tracks.
How could he just carry a massive secret like that inside him and act like everything was normal?
There were instances when I raised my head to look into his eyes, and instances when he just smiled softly at me, a completely relaxed look on his face that made my blood run hot.
I couldn't help but wonder why the hell he was hiding it all in.
