84 THE FEELING

LUKE'S POV Ariel turned around, with my hand still holding hers. Her expression towards me was not that nice. Okay maybe it was nice, but she looked confused with everything. And I too was puzzled myself, just carrying out these actions without thinking things through. The hurtful words that had been directed to her, quite a massive blow. Thunderstricken, harmful like a hurricane. And the hate I claim better be stuck with me, because I don't even have knowledge of the things I utter in certain situations. "Aren't you going to let go of me?" Ariel asked, our eyes still locked in. She tried pulling back, but my grip only became tighter. "Do you really want me to let go of you?" I asked leisurely, not taking my eyes off her. I could see that Ariel was tired of this, probably angry or frustrated. She wanted to know where we stood. But she would just have to live the life like this. With me, and I did promise my grandfather that there would be no torment. Although the hat