I didn’t like seeing her like this. My heart screamed, and I needed it to stop. I needed her little snarky remarks to come back. I begged for her rightful anger to rear its head again so she could stop bleeding out in front of me. “Gemma, baby. I want you to breathe.” My forehead came down and rested along hers. It was sweaty, and I shut my eyes, wanting to take everything away from her. I didn’t know what I was taking, but I would take it. I would take her hurt and make it my own.
Oh Isaiah…
