All Chapters of The Death of Me: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Roman's POVA gust of cold wind blew and chilled my face. Coldness blanketed my skin as I placed the tip of the bottle to my lips and gulped a full mouth of the liquor. My fingers wrapped tighter around the glass as the taste left a burn when it passed my throat. I took another gulp before I leaned my back against the car and tilted my head back, breathing deeply as I eyed the sky.It was a clear, moonless night. It looked peaceful and at ease. It was silent. No voices and no one around except for the demons in my head whispering things I am not so sure I am capable of, drowning me in the chaos of their thoughts.I welcomed the darkness as my eyelids dropped down, air pushed in and out of my lungs, jagged and coarse. A growl rumbled at the base of my throat. I hated every fucking second of this day. My jaw clenched and my eyes glided open before I angrily threw the bottle away. It fell at a distance, glass shattered as it hit the ground. The crashing sound crawled into the inside of m

Alex's POVI hated.Everything and everyone.My vision clouded with anger, and my heart pounded harder as I made my way out of the hospital. The feeling flared like a sickness clawing at the inside of my stomach. My leg bounced with the nerves prodding my anxious feet. My hands shook with that old rage, the gnawing impulse that clipped my nerves, that need to get back inside and pull him the fuck away from her.I stopped, my steps halted and I just stood there. The mere thought of them together brought my sanity right to the edge. I fisted my hair in my hands, doing my best not to lose my shit, trying to keep from coming unglued here in the middle of the fucking day.Anger clenched my jaw, the emotion in an all-out war with the part of me that kept giving her reasons, the part that trusted her with all its being, that part that refused to believe in what they all say...that part didn't even want to acknowledge what my eyes just saw.But the image slammed me in quick succession - her w

Alex's POVCold wind rushed and tangled in my hair, it hit my skin and chills raced through, going deep down till they reached that wild muscle beating at my chest, they engulfed it from all sides, wrapping it in a cold blanket, trying to clog the veins from pumping all that blood, trying to numb it from feeling everything so deep.Silently, I stood by the car's door, waiting for my breathing to even, waiting for that fog wrapping around my brain to fade away. I just needed it to stop because I can't make sense of all these feelings brimming at my chest, I just can't...I never was able to. I can't deal with this pain, because it's much more than anything I ever felt.It's intense.It's physical.I can feel every cell in my body resisting through it, trying to fight before it loses control and just collapses. I fisted my hand, doing my best not to lose my shit, trying to keep from coming unglued right here in the middle of the day.I let one feeling take over my senses, the only one th

Cara's POVMy heart skipped a beat or maybe two. It flattered rapidly as I grabbed his wrist in my hand, my fingers wrapped themselves so tight over his skin refusing to let go. My head cocked up in shock, my eyes wide; disbelief, fear, anger, and too many other mixed emotions clouding them.I jerked my head with a harsh shake. My teeth grinding against each other trying so hard to keep my fear from spurring forward. Raging brown eyes stared down at me and his lips pressed against each other before his throat bobbed and he swallowed hard, trying to shove it all back down as always.Steady air left his nose before he ever so calmly said, "Get out."I shook my head, my fingers only tightened over his wrist telling him that I am not going anywhere. The muscles of his jaw worked, he tried to pull his hand out of my grip but he couldn't. I have never held into something that hard; as if I am clinging onto the last thread of hope binding us together.He jerked his face away for two anguishe

Alex's POVLife is like an unwritten book, where you get to be the star of your own story, crafting it day by day.And like any other book, as you travel through the pages, it's the highs and lows that keep you - the reader - enthralled, making the tale worth telling.When you hear stories of such sort, they stick to your mind in a way. The bad moments, the troubles and the twists are the ones that get stored in the long-term memory. The happy moments make you smile as you read through but they never stick, for happiness is a quite emotion that doesn't make a fuss in its wake.The realization that flashed in her eyes at the name I just mentioned, confirmed my theory.He was a man with a story worth telling. A story she couldn't forget even after all these years."You remember him, don't you?" I asked.Her eyelids dropped for a second and air heaved from her chest before she nodded her head, "In my career, along the way, there are cases that you just can't forget. Nikolas is definitely