I used to believe Lewis was the one person in this world who would never make me cry.
He loved me in that quiet, fierce way that left no room for doubt. He never let anyone wrong me. Never let me feel small. Never let me stand alone.
So how could he be the reason my chest hurt like this?
But the moment I thought about what he might have silently given up for me… the tears came anyway. They weren't loud. They just fell, one after another, like my body couldn't hold them back.
I turned on the tap and splashed water on my face, letting it run down my cheeks so it looked like nothing. Like I wasn't breaking in the bathroom while my mate waited in the next room.
Lewis… what did I do to deserve you?
What did I do to deserve someone who would trade away everything for me… even his own life?
I sank to the floor and hugged my knees tight. My instincts paced inside me, restless and angry, like a caged thing. It wasn't us who deserved to suffer. It was the devils who started all this.
