Page 30 of His Cursed Heart

But that’s the thing, I can’t. She died without knowing the truth, and me wishing will do nothing.

I’m walking in circles in my room and I hear a knock on the door. I’m ready to see Keaton and I prepare myself for another fight, but the black hair and the full tattoo arms makes me relax a little bit.

“I heard you slam the door. What happened?” Her

figure comes into my dark room.

“Do you think she suffered?” I ask with a hoarse voice.

“Who?”

“Keres. When I stopped talking with her.”

“Do you want the truth?” And I know that her answer will bring my realities alive.

“You know I do.”

“I think she was destroyed. She was already scared that you two will grow apart with her moving to America. I know you had your reasons, but she suffered either way .” Her words are painfully true.

At that time, it hurt me more to say the words. Keres leaving me to move to America hurt, but I never condemned her for this because if I were in her place I would have left without looking back.

I look at Venus, eyeing the tattoos that I painted on her. My passion for art is what keeps me alive. Painting on a big canvas feels unreal, like I’m God and I create a new world, with my own rules.

Painting on skin? It’s like I heal everyone’s scars.

Venus’s body is full with tattoos, some darker than others. Arms, shoulders, neck. She is my personal canvas.

Ink is my signature.

“You know that it was never my intention to hurt her, right?” Not when Keres was the only person who got me.

“All I know is that you wanted to protect her.” She comes besides me and puts her hands on my shoulders. “When you’re ready to tell me why you have this grumpy face, you know where to find me.” Venus leans and kisses my cheek.

“I had a fight with Keaton.” I say the words with a small frown. I don’t understand why he is so insistent to marry me. The look in his green eyes every time he looks at me is pure hatred.

Is it because of what he thinks I did to Keres?

Did he love her that much?

Is he still in love with her?

This thought aren’t supposed be in my mind, and his angry gaze isn’t meant to be stuck in my brain.

Keaton is not meant to be the one to wake them.

“About?” Venus asks with a raised eyebrow. Her pretty blue eyes are shining under the moon’s beautiful light.

She is the brightest star on the sky.

“I accused him of breaking his promise."

“Per l'amor di Dio, Althea do I have to force the words out of you?” Venus’s angry voice makes me sigh.

“He snapped. Told me that I left her like she was trash.” I say the rest in Italian. I don’t know exactly what I’m feeling right now.

Shame?

Anger?

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