CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FOUR
When Sarah decided to leave the pack, I had known that she was leaving me.
The heartbreak that had followed, on top of my trauma had left me in pieces. But I had known that it had been my fault, that I had broken that vibrant, laughing girl who already wore scars on her soul.
I should have fought back harder. I should have resisted more.
I don’t know why I couldn’t or why I didn’t.
But each ugly word that had left my mouth back then, each action, it is imprinted in my brain. The look in her eyes is seared behind my eyeballs and every time I close my eyes, I see her. I see the heartbreak, the betrayal, and it makes me flinch.
I wrecked her to the core.
And I deserve this.
I deserve the nightmares and this aversion to touch. I deserve the listlessness in my soul.
But I can’t stop my hands for reaching for her every night.
I can’t keep drying out the pillows every time I wake up.