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“I never pretended to care about you,” he says quietly.
“I won’t hurt her. I like her.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Why?” “She wasn’t scared of me. Most girls are scared of me.” That’s because she’s got no idea how fucking cuckoo you are.
“Have I already told you that you’re stunning?” The object of my obsession blushes a pretty pink. “Yes. At the penthouse and on the ride over.” “Ah. Well, a lot could have changed since.” “Did it?” “Indeed. Somehow, you look even more stunning now than you did ten minutes ago.”
Pain flashes inside his gaze. “I had to lie to you. I had to lie to everyone.” He shakes his head. “It wasn’t easy. On more than one occasion, I thought about telling you the truth, so that you’d know all of me. See all of me.” “But you didn’t.” “Because if you saw me, you would leave. Just the way I think you still want to leave now.”
“Believe me, I know. But I also know that as long as my heart beats, I’m going to keep trying to find a path back to you. Back to us.”
“You’re it for me. You are my first love. And you are my last.”
but the sadness in her gaze lingers. I wish I knew how to make it disappear. I’ll keep trying until I do.
“Nero! You all right?” I whip around to see Alessio charging into the living room, a machine gun in hand. My eyes widen. I like his style. “I’m fine!”
His jaw clenches, but he doesn’t push back. Just stares at me with an emotion I didn’t think he had the capacity to feel—pity.
I love you more than my own selfish desire to keep you with me. If what you want is a life far away from the darkness that comes with me, I won’t stand in your way.”
Don’t go. Please don’t go. Choose me. I know I’m not perfect, but I will spend the rest of my days loving you better than anyone else ever can. I’ll make all of the darkness that comes with me worth it. I promise.
“Drink this.” Something clanks against the coffee table. I crack one eye open. Alessio brought me water. “Did you spike it with arsenic?” “You have a morbid sense of humor.”
“I hate my own mind sometimes.” She slides into the booth beside me. “Why’s that?” “It won’t let me forget you, even in my dreams.” Her hands come up to my chest. “Your dreams?” “You’re a dream. A beautiful dream. But when I wake up, you’ll be gone.”
“You know who I am…” “Yes,” she says, her fingertips brushing softly over my cheek. “I do. I see all of you—the light and the dark—and I love both.”
You never have to feel ashamed or afraid to show me any new part of you. I love it all—the dark, the light, the gray.”
