My Fault (Culpables, #1)

by Mercedes Ron

Maybe I was old-fashioned or weird or whatever, but I liked to do things the traditional way. I wanted a guy to want to be with me and show me that every day. I liked sweet words, kind gestures,

I wasn’t even sure I had a heart anymore, just thousands of little pieces I kept trying to glue back together.

I didn’t want warmth; I wanted fire.

I had no reason to go back to my old city, and that shattered me inside.

I looked at the clouded-over sky and asked myself how everything could change so fast. One minute you were one person, the next minute you were a different one.

I needed her the way I needed oxygen to breathe.

The kind of love that happened only once in a lifetime, the kind of love that touched your heart and never left you, the kind of love nothing else compared to, a love we sought, a love we may even have hated, but that made us alive, that made us need each other, that turned us into something the other person couldn’t live without…