Alex
Her question stirred something in me, that which I had tried so hard to shove off my heart.
A sharp tenderness crept into my chest, but it never lasted. The weight of my pain swallowed it whole.
I looked away instantly. "I want you on the bed. Now," I thundered, moving out of the washroom.
I walked over to the minibar and pulled out my favorite whiskey, taking a full gulp before heading toward the window. My eyes took in the surroundings, but my mind was far off.
All I saw were the images, the screams, so clear. Ten years hadn't dulled them.
I took another gulp, squeezing my eyes shut as I stared down at the contents in my hand. This had been my only solace from the haunting memories that had overwhelmed me this long.
Would I ever be normal again?
Could I ever have a heart again after that incident?