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“Selfishly, we all want things, but doing what is best for the other person is what love is.”
I’m here, praying that even if she doesn’t ever remember our past, she’ll fall in love with me again.
We started off as nothing and she became everything. Now, it’s all gone. Every kiss. Every touch. Every fucking memory was erased.
“I know, but I won’t have to see him everywhere I look. There isn’t a single place in this town that doesn’t hold a memory of him. I swore I heard him in the shower two days ago, humming to whatever song was popular with the kids. I was so happy because, for a split second, I was sure that my bad dream was over and he was here. When I realized I was hearing things, it broke me. I can’t do it. I have to give myself some time to settle my grief.”
My heart broke for Addison here.
I wanted to haul her in my arms and kiss her until she could do nothing but remember us, but I can’t do that. No, instead I have to stare at a photo in my dresser, tracing her face with my finger through the glass.
Oh, Brielle, if it weren’t a risk to the prosecution’s case, I’d tell you everything. I’d fall to my fucking knees, confess everything, and beg you to love me again. I’d cut my heart out of my chest and give it to her if it meant it would give her the memories back.
There’s a letter from the high school football team, a pacifier, which is probably Elodie’s, and a lot of flowers and photos. I lean down, lifting the one that had to have been left by Spencer, Emmett, or Holden.
Isaac was loved so much. I can only imagine how a story about him and Addison would’ve turned out.
