Dakota Delaune
I never thought I would see Angelo Vander again after all these years. After graduating highschool, I went straight to America because I couldn't handle the heartbreak and to run away from marrying Franco.
I never wanted to hear anything related to Angelo Vander and I've been trying my best to erase the memories of him but I can't. It was like a curse to me because I can't forget about him. His name was tattooed on my brain that I just can't seem to get him out of my mind, my life and my heart.
I found myself not functioning well every time I saw him.
He walked towards me and I couldn't find any strength on my legs. I can't even take a step forward or backwards. I tried to avoid having eye contact with him by looking down to the ground.
"Hello, Dakota." When I heard his voice, I wanted the earth to swallow me now. I looked up to him and he smiled at me.
"He- Hello, Angelo." I stuttered like an idiot.