25. Elijah
Chapter 25
Elijah
I don’t go back to our dorm. I know I should, but I can’t bring myself to look at Roman right now. I drive around until the sun sets, then I drive to her house, parking outside just like I did the other night when I first saw her on that stage.
Only now, I’m not here to watch her dance.
I’m here because I don’t know what else to do, and the idea of being away from her aches .
She doesn’t know that I know, and the others are still clueless because I can’t bring myself to tell them something that isn’t mine to tell.
I used to get off on making Scarlett—no Lottie now, squirm. Having her on her knees for me, as she stared up at me defiantly, even when she never uttered a word, was intoxicating and slotted the broken fragments of myself back into place.
I never said a word about what I found out.
I still haven’t, but she and I need to have a conversation… soon.
She needs to know he’s gone. That I ended his pathetic life for what he did to her, and that she’s free from him. She can live her life forever, but I want to be part of it because the idea of living a life without her is not something I can bear.
She’s dancing under a new name, carrying scars I’ll never be able to fully understand. And I don’t know how to fix what we broke.
I don’t even know if it’s possible, but I know one thing—she didn’t destroy us. We helped destroy her, and I’ll never be able to forgive myself for watching the girl I loved bleed out in silence as I turned my head and tried to use her to fix myself.