to be determined [A FORMER WATTPAD FEATURED STORY]

THIRTY - NINE

Francesca looks at Ki with intent in her eyes, with curiosity in her soul. Her breaths are long and heavy. And she thinks that maybe it's because she feels a dull aching pain in her heart, that maybe it's because he said he loved her.

And because Francesca isn't the most experienced in the love department, she didn't know how to respond to . . . well, that. So she kind of just walked out.

"I know you cared about Lola," she says, looking down to the cold tile floor.

Ki looks up and meets her eyes.

And she realizes it hurts to look at him. It hurts to see him cry in the dark secluded on call room that reeks of sweat.

"I did," he says.

They wade in the silence that encases the room, a light hum sneaking it's way in from the loud hallway.

"I didn't mean to just walk out on you," she says. "You know . . . earlier."

"Oh no it's fine. I really didn't -"

"It isn't fine."

They look at each other again, and she feels connected to him. Maybe it's because his eyes are tearing up. Or maybe it's because she grasps his cold, soft hand.

Or maybe it's because their lips are about to touch in the dark, secluded on call room.

She's pretty sure it's the latter.