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Emmy. She didn’t want me to come up here. She was worried. Not for herself. For me.
Oh god.
No. No!
Everythinghurts.
I’ve never felt pain like this. It’s like my body is dying, but it’s leaving my soul behind without its shield, its protection. Like I’m exposed to all the elements and have no way to protect myself from the harsh conditions.
The bathroom door clicks open and Nate appears.
He will fix this.
He will make this better.
He’s going to yell at this…thisgirland tell her to leave. Then he’s going to take me into his arms and tell me she was lying. That I’m his, and he’s mine. That we will be together forever. The way he always said we would.
“Damn baby, you look sexy as hell.” No. No. No. He’s not talking to me. He’s talking toher. I watch him walk up to her and take her in his arms.
He’s kissing her.
Touching her.
She moans into his mouth, and he smiles against her lips. His hands slide down to her ass, and he walks her backward toward his bed.
The bed he made love to me on last night.
I’m going to throw up.
I feel like I’m dying.
This…this doesn’t make sense.
It was supposed to be a prank.
Oh god. He doesn’t love me. He’s never really loved me.
No. That’s wrong. That can’t be true.
My soul is breaking. My SOUL. My heart…it’s too late. My heart is already gone. But the very thing that tethers me to this world is being ravaged, abused, dismantled. Nate is destroying it. He bound our souls together for eternity, and now he is shattering it. I can’t tear mine free, it’s his. Shackled together for the rest of our lives, where he will continue to demolish it for years to come. Until there is nothing.Until I am nothing.
“Nate,” I whisper. I can’t even describe the sound that escapes my throat. It doesn’t sound like me. It doesn’t sound human. It sounds like pain in the physical form. Like I birthed life to living and breathing agony. I reach up, grabbing ahold ofNate’s promise. I pull it from my neck, the heart-shaped diamond hitting the floor with a clatter.
Nate looks over to me, his eyes widening like he didn’t expect to see me here. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe he lost track of time. Maybe he’s been with her our entire relationship.
I need to go. I need to leave. The dam is about to break, and Nate does not get to watch me fall apart. I turn on my heels and run. I run down the stairs and out the front door, barely noticing Emmy’s look of horror as I go. I run to my car and peel out of the driveway, driving faster than I ever have in my life.
Several minutes later, when I am far enough away, I pull over to the side of the road.
Tears pour from my eyes as a deep ache overwhelms my entire body. My shoulders shake with the force of my cries. My throat burns from the screams tearing through my throat. My lungs are on fire, desperate for a deep breath that I just can’t take. I cry so hard my ribs hurt and my stomach aches.
I stay here for hours.
This is where I break.
This is where I die inside.
CHAPTER 33
