His heart had been ripped out of his chest, and it would take years to try and find love again.
Losing Graham was why he’d not dated for a while, and when he finally found Riley, he’d taken a chance. The men were very similar in personality, and he’d fallen in love with that familiarity.
But it broke him.
Yeah, those days were over.
Long.
Gone.
There was no doubt in Michael’s mind that he was dying alone, and truthfully, he was fine with that. He had his family, and he didn’t need anyone else to complete him.
Not everyone got their happily ever after, and he was just one of those men.
At least he wasn’t back in the States, having to watch all the people around him find their person and plan a wedding.
That ache still hurt.
There was that permanent scar on his heart that he’d never have his person.
That he’d never have love.
After watching Raphael and Saint get married, and then Gryphen and Ian plan their wedding, he’d wanted that more than anyone.
Only, it was clear that some people wereNOTmeant to be happy.
They wereNOTmeant to find love.
They were meant to die alone.
Like him.
Love wasn’t for everyone.
That was for sure.
The only other thing he regretted was that when he had been shot saving Doctor Leonard that Michael had lived. He could have been out of pain and not having to deal with the fallout of a love gone bad.
It would have been so much better to just not wake up to find out that his fiancé had only been with him to get the scoop on the Blackhawks.
It would have been nice to just go peacefully into the great nothingness, and feel no pain.
Only, that wasn’t life.
Life was pain.
PERIOD.
Riley’s horrible betrayal had nearly cost him his one, precious thing in life.
His family.
Thank God they hadn’t been angry with the home plans being leaked, and they could change them up.
That saved his ass.
Now, he just wanted to get the hell out of the US for the time being so that he could regroup.
