I never believed it to be true.
Until that very moment when the universe chose to tell me that our connection was stronger than the distance between us. It didn’t whisper it. It yelled it. Except I couldn’t hear what it was saying, I could only feel it.
Her turmoil.
What the hell is happening?
The panic started to settle in, and it was suffocating. For the past month, I thought of nothing but Isla.
Every single day.
There wasn’t a second that I didn’t see her face, her smile, hear her laughter, her moan…
Screaming my name.
“I want you.” She positioned my dick at her entrance. “I’m yours.”
“Isla, don’t say things you can’t understand.”
“I love?—”
“Don’t say things I can’t understand.”
“Julius—”
I kissed her.
I was so lost.
I didn’t want to leave her, but I couldn’t stay with her either. Not in that house. It was a ticking time bomb for me. I was beyond exhausted. I spent my entire life taking care of someone else who didn’t give a shit about it.
I sacrificed my life for what…
I had nothing to show for it.
No degree.
No job.
Not a future.
Life took a one-eighty the day Melody died. The world flipped on its axis, dragging me with it. The floor finally fell out from beneath me, and I had no choice but to crash with it. My days turned into one huge blur of trying to find some direction.
I never intended to leave her the way I did, especially after we slept together. I knew it was wrong. Though it would have been worse if I had stayed. I wasn’t in the right state of mind.
For the first time in my life, I understood Melody, and that was the hardest pill to swallow. It was actually still stuck in my throat, and it didn’t matter how much water I drank. It was lodged in there.
My eyes shifted to the clock on the nightstand, and it read 4 a.m. I was in a hotel in Miami, drowning myself in work for Marco.
Grabbing my cell phone, I resisted the urge to call her.
Text her.
Try to reach out.
Explain…
What do I say? Where do I start? How do I make her understand?
