I wanted to puke.
Here I thought it would be easy to throw away the last connecting piece.
“It helps if you let go.”
I didn’t need to turn around.
He could be continents away and I’d feel his presence like he was right behind me.
Leaning forward on the railing, I tilted my head to the side. Christian stood a few feet away from me. His body leaning sideways against the railing—looking at me. His hair a mess, fluttering over his forehead, flirting with his eyes. The black turtleneck peeked out from below his long black coat. Bags sat impatiently under his eyes, empty yet full of need. As if he stayed up at night waiting for me to return, to fill up the space with our love.
My muscles tightened in the hurt I’d caused him.
A sudden gust of wind took control of my hair, flying it in all directions. “What are you doing here, Christian?”
“I came for a walk.”
“Thirty minutes away from your place?”
“I knew you’d be here.”
“Did you follow me?” I blinked rapidly.
“Not sure if I’d call it following if I was going in the same direction, you were.”
Despite the amusement lingering in his voice—I knew he was acting. Anguish cracked through his facade.
“What do you want from me?” He watched as I held myself tight.
“I came to get my ring back.”
“It’s not your ring.”
I bit the inside of my cheek. “It’s not your ring.”
“You threw it out and I found it, remember?” He deliberately raised his brows. “It’s mine now.”
“Why does it matter to you?”
His face hardened. “Because I love you and in your hand is how I can remain close to you.”
“You have my birthmark tattooed on your body.”
Christian’s body pressed against my arm. I gasped, forcing to put distance between us but he held on by my waist. “It’s not enough. I need every bit of you I can get.”
Limped in his arms, I looked up through blurry eyes. Couldn’t he see what this was doing to me? I didn’t want it to be like this. He deserved to be happy with someone who didn’t remind him of his pain. “Let go of me, Christian.”
The broken whisper chained itself around him and hedropped his arms. “Why haven’t you sent the divorce papers?”
My heart broke.
Choosing not to reply, I dangled the necklace over the railing again. Watching it move in a circle.
“Let me tell you why,” he broke. “It’s because you don’t want to let go of me either. You want me too—you still love me.”
“Love has nothing to do with this,” I hissed. “Love doesn’t solve problems. It doesn’t fix broken hearts?—”
“It solvesus!” He snapped. “You want to be with me, why are you pushing us away?”
