137 Dream time is up

Sebastian’s POV

As I watch her trying to engage me in a conversation, to keep me distracted with phony gratitude, I can taste only bitterness in my mouth no matter how much nerve–number I pour down.

I know why she could lie to me now– I’m no longer special to her.

I am to her now as is everyone else, a person she can use and not feel bad about it. Honesty is to her a ” solid base for marriage“. I ruined that marriage, and she is allowed to not give a damn to its base.

She was right. She built a home for me, for us. A real home, not just a house to live in, a harbor where I could relax from my day and recharge, where I was cared for to the extreme without paying anything.

I broke that heaven into pieces without realizing what I had.

phone and give it to a guy I don’t even know like the most awkward thief in the

she has

got me drunk, and she stuck herself in a conversation with me that she clearly hated, to

the coward that I am, only dare to

one last

just to ask one simple question. Now on the other end of an ask, I can’t even imagine where she found the courage and patience to ask over and over

brings up a drink for

Scar wants to refuse, and the sourness in my

who wanted a drink with

to pull her wrist back. I let her go and she flinches back as if scared. Even such a move stings my eyes. She hates being close to

returned my phone, and she

keep the last distance between us. We used to have negative distance between us, and now even at an arm’s length, it’s too close

my face. I miss her, so much. I never thought of myself as a Justful man. I didn’t want

time

+25 BONUS

Scar, it became my

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