Chapter 55
Fifty-Five
Zach
I’ve never hated myself more than I do in this moment, watching the girl that I love with my entire fucking heart cross the yard, her shoulders shaking with her tears.
Tears that I caused. Hurt that I put in her heart after promising I wouldn’t be like every other guy. That I wouldn’t walk away.
I fucking hate myself.
Pulling the notecard out of my pocket, I turn it over again and again. Still not able to bring myself to open it and read what she’d written to me.
I already know I don’t deserve whatever she’d written. I don’t deserve whatever kind, beautiful words she’d left me with.
But, I’m also a selfish bastard, so I stuff the notecard back in my pocket. It is mine, after all. Maybe someday I’ll read it.
Someday, when the heartache that’s threatening to end me eases, just a little.