Chapter 43
Xander
There’s a piercing ache in the centre of my being.
She’s gone.
Just like that.
My biggest fear since laying eyes on her has now become a living nightmare.
I slump to the ground, my knees hitting the rough woodland, but I don’t feel it. I can’t feel anything but the pounding of my own heart in my throat. Everything around me seems to distort into a haze of green and brown. But the only fucking thing I can still see is her.
But she’s not here.
Only the remnants of her green eyes, golden hair, and delicate touch.
Was the love I gave her not enough?
Everything I did was because I love her.
She might as well have gotten a knife and stabbed me in the heart. It would’ve hurt less than watching her leave in my fucking car. Speeding off into the trees, taking my soul with her and leaving nothing behind.
Pressure builds in my chest, a dull ache.
I should’ve told her. I should’ve fucking told her everything. But I was terrified of this happening. I was so wrapped up in what we could’ve been that everything was starting to become a thing of the past.
But now I won’t have any of it.
The one person on this earth that made me feel like I’m worth something—like I was worth having by her side—is gone.
The only person that truly made me feel love.
I don’t know how to carry on without her.
Someone runs towards me, but I can’t make out who it is through wet vision.
It could be someone coming to murder me.
Let them.
The figure dressed in black crouches in front of me, but I don’t recognise them.
A pair of hands land on my shoulders. I think they’re shaking me. I can’t tell.
They’re tapping my chest, along with that fist-sized muscle inside my chest that’s stopped beating.
It only beats for one person, but now she’s gone.