The intense light outside streamed through the sheer curtains, casting flickers on his handsome face, so real yet so illusory. She looked into his eyes, were they Wenyard Cooper's eyes? No, Wenyard Cooper's eyes were as clean and clear as black-and-white chess pieces. But in his eyes, there was so much more—a deep affection she could understand, a longing she could comprehend, and yet there was something she could never fathom.
Wenyard Cooper had always been in a secret place in her heart, like a hidden box, and Joshua Hughes's eyes were like a key that opened this box, unleashing a flood of memories.
She couldn't blame him for any of it because he was unaware at the time. But could she be with him just like that? Even though she loved him, a small voice inside told her she couldn't, she couldn't.
