Chapter 92

How could life be so cruel? The sound of the door opening telling me Marcus has walked in. He sits down on the chair opposite me. He doesn’t say anything, he just sits there. Time passes by as we sit in silence. Maybe this is us not wanting to accept the fact that this is a messed-up situation?

He moves, kneeling in front of me, his hand lifting my head up, his eyes looking into mine, deep and meaningful, and I feel myself breaking down more.

“Don’t cry. I will be fine. I have been through worse. I got shot, remember.” He smiles, his joke not even helping. It just makes me feel worse, the fact he was shot because of me.

“I’m sorry.” I must apologise. I have to. I caused all this pain, all of it, and I can’t take it away.

“Alena, you don’t need to apologise. You don’t love me, that is fine. It won’t change how I feel but moving out will help me get on with my life and move on.”

My eyes meet his, the tears pooling over. “I do, though. I do love you,