Recklessly Falling (Blackstone Falls)

Prologue

CAL

Itold him.

It was too dark out.

Too dangerous to take the bike.

I fucking told him not to go.

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO!”

The words are like an explosion, each hitting off the nearly silent walls of the apartment that we share.

Shared.

I can barely see through the tears, my hands shaking as I lift the glass to my lips, but it’s no longer cradled in my palm. No, it’s in a thousand shattered pieces, the jagged fragments reflecting the last of the fading sun.

I don’t remember throwing it but I wish I hadn’t. Maybe then I’d be able to drown myself in anything but this sea of despair.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He wasn’t supposed to leave me.

He promised.

“We’ll grow old together, Cal—two old men sitting on the front porch in matching rocking chairs and sweaters you’ll tell me you hate but secretly love because you love me.”

“You promised me sweaters!” I yell, my voice cracking as I let my body sink to the floor, a lifetime of happiness ripped away in an instant. How foolish I’d been to think I’d finally be able to have this—to have him, a place of our own, and a quiet life together.

Stability.

Love.

Peace.

Things that had merely been a fleeting moment in time.

A dream.

Without him, I’ll never be whole.

Never heal.

Because it feels like I took my last breath right alongside him on that empty stretch of road, my soul howling at the unfairness of it all.

He promised.

He fucking promised.

Now he’s gone.

And there’s no way I’ll ever be the same.