Chapter 51. Pour Everything Out

BELLADONNA 

“And what does that mean, Belladonna?” Gianna asked, her voice soft, her gaze even softer. “‘For as long as it takes?’ That could mean all your life. Are you really willing to forsake your happiness and drown in guilt?” 

I slump down in my seat, burying my face in my hands. A weight sits on my chest, making it difficult to breathe. Everything made it difficult to breathe these days. It was exhausting. 

“I don't have a choice,” I whispered, my voice creaking at the edge, bitter and broken just like I was. 

“And why do you think that?”

“Because I'm the reason someone’s no longer alive,” I answered, the weight growing heavier as I spoke. “I had the misfortune of living, so I have to carry this weight. Since I've been cursed to carry on, then I have to carry this weight with me.”

“Do you think Luca would want you to be this miserable?”

My head whipped up and I looked at her with my teeth bared and eyes wide. I did