The Other Side of the Glass POV: Hayley Davies (First-Person, Present Tense)
I freeze. My hand hovers over a worn copy of Jane Eyre .
He said my name. Just my name. And I stand there in the quiet aisle, holding that stupid romance novel to my chest, wondering if my heart has always been this loud or if he just taught it how to beat. hayley davies pov
“Thanks, Hayley,” he says, and walks away.
Davies. Not Hayley. Just my last name, like I’m one of the guys. The Other Side of the Glass POV: Hayley
But today, the shadows feel cold.
I don’t know if Liam will ever look at me the way I look at him—like I’m a book he can’t put down, a story he needs to finish. But for now, in the dark, with only my thoughts for company, I let myself pretend. Just my name
Liam is standing at the end of the aisle, holding a damp umbrella. His T-shirt has a small coffee stain on the collar. His hair is curling at the ends from the rain. He looks lost.