Chapter 7

My heart almost breaks all over again at the thought of after what I did, he took care of me and watched over me while in my hazy state of a concussion. I was dying from a wounded heart. If I had known it was him, maybe I wouldn’t have run. Perhaps I would have given him a chance to fix things. I wouldn’t have continued to cry myself to sleep over him for months after. Maybe I wouldn’t have let the hate grow and fester.

“I gave Mico the money to ensure you started somewhere else where I couldn’t hurt you. I wanted you safe and alive, even if that was nowhere near me. I knew I had destroyed any hope of taking it all back.” Alexi leans a tiny inch nearer so I can feel his words on my skin, his breath tingling across my face more than before. I stare blankly at his chest to focus and stop myself from falling apart.

“You left me there, though. You still walked away, and I woke up without you.” I utter softly. Clinging to a reason to deny him still.

“I did. I left Mico