Alex
Her question stirred something in me, that which I had tried so hard to shove off my heart.
A sharp tenderness crept into my chest, but it never lasted. The weight of my pain swallowed it whole.
I looked away instantly. "I want you on the bed. Now," I thundered, moving out of the washroom.
I walked over to the minibar and pulled out my favorite whiskey, taking a full gulp before heading toward the window. My eyes took in the surroundings, but my mind was far off.
All I saw were the images, the screams, so clear. Ten years hadn't dulled them.
I took another gulp, squeezing my eyes shut as I stared down at the contents in my hand. This had been my only solace from the haunting memories that had overwhelmed me this long.
Would I ever be normal again?
Could I ever have a heart again after that incident?
My gaze shifted back to the view outside when the sound of the washroom door echoed in my head. That same agony and sadness came rushing back.
