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Cole

“Are you fucking happy now, Liam?” I scream at the night sky. “Is this what you wanted?” 

The pain is so deep it cuts like a thousand knives stabbing me at once. 

So crippling, every breath feels like it might be my last. 

Karma. 

I took his life…so it’s only fair he destroys mine.

Fillet me open and expose me for the ruthless asshole I really am. 

“Cole,” Sawyer calls out before she comes into view. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”  

I look up at her. The way the moon shines behind her head makes her look like an angel missing a wing. 

Because I destroyed it. 

I destroy everything. 

“How did y—”

“It’s your favorite place.” 

I hate that she knows me so well. 

Before I can stop her, she lays down beside me on the grass. “I’m sorry—”

“Don’t apologize.” The muscles in my chest draw tight. “It was bound to come out sooner or later.” 

I was just hoping it was later. Much later. 

“What was?” 

The ugly truth. 

No matter how hard I try to forget…it will never make up for the ugly, horrible event I’m responsible for. 

I turn my head to look at her again. 

She’s so goddamn beautiful. 

So pure and i

The saint a si

For once, I wish God was real. I wish Heaven and Hell and reincarnation were legit so I could pay my penance and ask for a second chance. 

Meet her again in another lifetime. One where I actually deserve her. 

“I’ll tell you everything.” Shifting, I turn to face her. “I just want to kiss you one last time before I do.”

One last time before it all disappears. 

Before I show her the worthless piece of shit I really am and she gives up on me. 

You won, Liam. 

I didn’t care about you, but it’s go

Sawyer’s brows knit together in confusion and she sits up. “No, you can’t kiss me one last time. Because no matter what you tell me, I’m not going anywhere.” 

She’s wrong. So wrong. “You say that now—”

“I mean it.” She grabs my face. “Whatever it is, it won’t change the way I feel about you. Ever. Colton, I lo—”

“It’s my fault.” 

Her hands tighten. “What is?”  

“Liam…his death. It’s all my fault.”