*DEPICTIONS OF SELF-HARM AHEAD, PLEASE TAKE CAUTION.
Also, I am sorry.
LIAM
"I can't leave without seeing her," I whisper, my heart twisting in pain. I know only rejection is waiting for me on the other end of this night but I will keep trying.
I trust rain and hearing him tell me that my mother is interested in me only is seemingly held back by something, a flame of hope flutters in my soul.
Maybe it's not too late. Maybe … maybe …
"Do you want me to come with you?" rain asks me, and I nod. If I am going to pull through this, I need him by my side.
The walk back to the house is heavy and daunting, feeling like I am headed towards the gallows. I don't think after this time I will make it. How many times does a heart have to be shattered and stomped on the ground until it stops pumping altogether?