51. Now
FIFTY-ONE
now
She made him laugh.
She touched him.
She let him touch her .
Dear God .
I didn’t know I could hate a perfect stranger. And, despite all the times I claimed otherwise, I realize I’ve never truly hated Ella until that moment.
When she turns and finds me gaping at her, a swift bolt of regret slices through her features. Her sapphire eyes hold mine, beaming at me from across the entire floor. Almost beseeching ?
But what the fuck can she possibly want from me? After leaving me for dead and ruining me with her book? And now, this?
All I ever did was love her. More than I knew I could. Deeply. Wholly. With every single thing I had in me, I loved Ella Callahan. When she disappeared, I mourned her. Spent every night alone for a year, missing her.
She called me back into her life with that dedication. Those words dragged me back to her doorstep after all the progress I made toward letting her go.
For Gray, for always.
It’s a lie. She has another man. She won’t even answer my questions. She doesn’t deserve a goddamn thing from me.
When will I learn to walk away ?