NICHOLAS' POVI stood there, staring back at her. My heart ached, it broke, it shattered. The pieces were heavier to carry than I had hoped they would be. The sight of her reminded me of every word I had said to Mike, that I did not care, that I would not stand in his way. But at that moment, my soul felt drained. I was in the middle of the desert and she was the last surviving oasis. Would it be foolish of me not to drink? If only she knew the things she did to me. If only she knew how she caused me to want to waver. To break promises I ought to keep, oaths that bounded me to my words. Just a simple young woman, standing there with a pure and innocent heart. The kindness of a flower, unaware of its own thorns. I wanted to turn and go straight into my bed room, but my legs refused to leave. They remained glued there like it was the job of a lifetime. I did not love her. I should not. So I did not. It was simple logic. Simple reasoning. Or so I thought. For so long I had denied, I
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