Chapter 133: Chapter 129

“Wuthering Heights”

Sky scribbled neatly on the white board, before turning to the class and saying, “I am guessing you people have finished reading it now?”

His eyes pretended to scan the room, but he knew it was a lie. He simply needed a reason to look at her again. He found himself doing that a lot since he imagined her as Beatrice’s mother. He knew it was wrong. She had become his poetry. Just a myriad verse that resonated in his soul. A ballad lost so long ago which he only just discovered knowing with certainty that the beating of his heart rhymed the beat of hers weaving together in their own Acrostic. If only things were different and yet he could not wish for them to be different for then there would be no Beatrice. And without her would Sky even be able to understand love? To be able to recognize what grew between him and Aiyana?