Shattered Dreams (Dream, #1)

by Natasha Madison

I became the man I am today. A man I’m not proud of. A man I think I hated. A man who was lost and never was going to be found.

My plan is to get up and get the fuck out of here. But here is the thing with plans—they can change on a dime. Trust me, I should know. My plan was to come here and find out when she was leaving. It was not to kiss her, it was not to fuck her, and it was not to feel what I was feeling. It is time to make another plan, and this time stick to it. That is the last thing I think before my eyes close, and then it takes so much to open them, so I just rest them. For just a second, I think to myself, and that is the last thought I have.

This is my home and where I want to be, but it doesn’t mean it is easy for me. It also doesn’t mean that I belong here. Maybe I don’t, and perhaps I’m just dragging out the inevitable, but I’m not going anywhere for the moment. Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to crawl in a hole and just bury my head. Doesn’t mean it isn’t killing me a little staying here. Little do they know how I’m breaking inside more and more. I thought there was nothing left to break. I must have been wrong.

We were all broken from that night, something I don’t think I ever admitted.

I just know that I’m over all of this. The hatred that seeps into your soul until you don’t even know who you are anymore.

His face is turned toward me, and I take him in. He’s the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on. He’s the man who walks into the room and you want to be the one he smiles at. I knew he had it all before, but now that I’ve been with him, I know he’s the whole fucking package.