Forgotten Vows (Folk, #2)

by Lily Mayne

I didn’t want to be alone anymore. The ache in my chest was so sharp. Heavy. More than just the pain from my missing arm. It felt like there should be someone beside me, like I was missing something vital but I didn’t know what.

My Ash was full fae. But then, he wasn’t my Ash anymore. I wanted to die.

Lonan…baby🥺💔

But before I fell unconscious, I wept. For everything I had done to Ash. All the pain I had caused him, even as I’d tried to stop it. For everything I had lost—the only thing that had ever truly mattered to me. Part of me hoped that I wouldn’t wake up.

I hadn’t been deserving of his trust. His love. But now I wished with every part of me that I had said the words back to him just once, even if I hadn’t felt worthy of it. At least then he would have known, even for a short time, that I loved him more than anything. That he was everything to me.

It had been two weeks. Two weeks since Ash had escaped. Two weeks of pain and misery and feeling like I would die with every breath. Not that I deserved anything less. I wasn’t sure how long I would survive this, anyway. Just two weeks had felt like a lifetime.

I didn’t deserve them. I didn’t deserve even my memories of him, but they were all I had left.

“S-so I’m… going to die today,” I heard myself say in a flat voice. Emotionless, like my brain hadn’t processed it yet. “That’s why I remember him.”