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I can hear it loud and clear: the breaking of a heart. The smash, the fall. I can almost see the pieces surrounding me like broken glass.
I trusted him. I was falling for him. I ignored all the signs and my instinct and went to him. I considered him my savior when he’s been my Grim Reaper all along.
My life is a clusterfuck, and although I have nothing to lose, I have nothing to gain either.
Asher kneels on the ground as both my legs hang helplessly on his broad shoulders. “What are you doing?” I gasp, my voice breathy and choppy like I’ve been running. “You had your dinner. It’s time I have mine.”
Just him. My villain and my savior. My damnation and my salvation. The only person I ever told my secret.
He really needs to stop saying things like that if all he ever plans to do is hurt me. He needs to stop touching me, calling me his, and looking at me with those intense eyes that seem ready to strip me bare and devour me all over again. My brain is starting to disregard the danger and focus on those small gestures, on what his body is saying instead of what his mind is planning.
I keep coming back to her whether I like to or not. She has me under some black magic. It’s in the way she looks at me like she never looks at anyone else. Like I’m her one and only.
This woman is my hell and I’m ready to burn.
“Why?” I cry. “Just why? Because you don’t hate me as much as you tell yourself? You can’t hate me? You want to be with me?” He crouches in front of me and traps my jaw between his thumb and forefinger. “Because I can’t fucking live without you. I tried it and it was hell.”
You’re fucking dead to me. Don’t let me see your face again.”
“Why Cloud003, though?” I murmur in my sleepy haze. “Cloud because of Gray, my middle name. 003 because of the day I first met you, January 3rd. It’s the reason behind this room number, too—1003.” I smile against his skin. Damn this man and the lengths he went to for this. I love you, my mind screams. I love you so much, and it kills me to think you don’t feel the same.
“You can’t leave me, not anymore.” His lips brush against mine in a brief, heartbreaking kiss. “You’re my world now.”
If you keep waiting for others to save you, you’ll die.”
The end is a weird feeling. It just…happens. Or maybe it doesn’t happen and you’re stuck somewhere in the unknown.
Asher and I always miss each other. Like parallel lines, it’s almost as if we were never meant to cross paths. Whenever we do, a disaster occurs and we have to go back to that parallel existence, that helpless attempt to keep the order, and as a result, we become miserable.
Why don’t they make a pain pill for the heart?
The past isn’t something we should dwell on; the future is.
