Chapter Eighty-Six

Rayne

I haven't stopped thinking about Max, not for a second.

It has been a week since I last saw him. I thought it would get easier as the days went by but the opposite has happened. I feel more desperate. I think about him more. He's in my dreams and nightmares, and in the latter, he's dying or hurt and I have no way to help him. I wake up sweating and with his name dangling from the tip of my tongue.

It’s been torture.

I don’t have it in me to cry, not when I’m the one who sent him away. I sent him away because it felt like the right thing to do. He still betrayed my trust. Whenever I think about him and Alaska kissing in his room, I feel sickened. How am I supposed to forget that? How am I supposed to ignore how he made me feel?

Does that make me weak?

I know what Denise says. She says to hell with everything and especially with the past. It doesn’t matter because neither of us had feelings for each other before. But now, things are different. Now, we’ve acknowledged our feelin