As morning grew and the sun rose high,
Your worries forgotten, content so far.
But there was a burning question—
One that hurts me most,
Who is he?
And why I never knew...

The day went fast,
And I knew you had a blast.
We fought with pillows,
Lost in your laughter,
And then it came out.

My intention weren't to hurt you,
I didn't want to ask you,
"Who's he?"
But curiosity took the best of me.

But, I was glad to see,
You reply with glee.

"You know, the boy who stares,
For everyone he cares,
He's always watching me,
Everywhere.
You know, the one with baby blue eyes,
I don't know his name; but that does me fine."

Luckily I knew who you were talking about,
But I didn't like the feeling that guzzled inside.
My heart was burning,
Breaking,
And hurting.
Something was boiling— but my blood felt cold.
What was I feeling?
I simply couldn't decipher.
So I ignored it,
And joined in your chatter.

Beaming you asked,
"Could you do me a favour and ask:
Does he love me."
Your happiness was so radiant,
I didn't want to darken it,
Though my heart cried no,
I smiled and said "sure."

But I was suffering deep down to my bones.

⛰

Chapter five is up!
What do you think of Sophie's request?
Why do you think Bianca feels broken or what is it that she's feeling? Why can't she decipher it?