Bella haunts me, night and day. The smell of her perfume, the taste of her skin, the sound of her voice. They say there is no rest for the wicked, and I am wicked. Bella is gone and it’s my fault.
There was nothing I wouldn’t do to get her back. No line I wouldn’t cross to hold her in my arms again. No part of myself I wouldn’t sacrifice for her.
But the question remains, will she want me when she knows what I have done? Can she love the monster I’ve become?
Or are we irreparably broken?
How could I ask him to love me, after everything that happened? How could he look at me and still want me? I was damaged, broken beyond repair. Aidan deserved so much more than that. He deserved someone perfect, someone like him.
Not me, never me.
I want to be selfish. I want to pretend to be right for him, smile and carry on as though nothing happened. But I’m changed. Even he has changed. I feel the darkness in him, it calls to mine but I won’t give in. I have to be strong, protect him and give him what is right and good. And that’s not me…
Can lovers torn apart find solace in each others arms?