The sound of the ambient liquor pouring onto ice fills the room.
He brings the glass to his lips.
My heart aches.
Fuck, he set the glass down without taking a sip.
Please, for the love of God, drink the beverage!
He stalks up to me, strokes my cheek, and kisses me. I kiss him back because this will be the last time I taste his lips, the last time I feel him. I should fuck him, but I know I can’t.
“Let’s do a toast,” I murmur.
“To what?”
Shit! I didn’t think this through.
“To school. A successful year.”
Luckily, he gets up, clutches his glass, clinks it to mine, and drinks slowly. I watch as he downs it. My throat closes and my hands shake.
He sits down on the bed, then rubs his head. “I feel dizzy.”
He stands up and sways.
Tears gloss my eyes as his eyelids droop.
“You should. I put sleeping pills in the bottle.”
He rushes toward me. Rage shimmers in his eyes. He grits his teeth.
“Lilac. What the fuck?!”
“I’m sorry, Irvin. But I can’t do this with you anymore.”
My pulse races. The ache in my chest hurts. His eyes follow my every move as he slumps onto the bed.
Now, I finally got him. He always had the upper hand mentally, but I beat him physically. He will no longer control my life. This relationship was getting too toxic for my liking, and I can’t take back what I’ve done.
My suitcase is already in the car. I rush out of the mansion, get in, and buckle my seatbelt. Then I drive to the main road and don’t look back.
A lump forms in the back of my throat because of what I did to Irvin, the thought of leaving him hurting me to the core, but I have to do what I have to do.
Irvin
Iwake up with a headache. I look around, and the room is a bit fuzzy. The half-moon peeks through the curtains.
My princess.
My heart hammers in my chest. Panic seizes me. I get up from the bed.
All of her things are gone. Her side of the closet is empty.
She left me.
She actually left me.
What the fuck?!
