The Girl He Craves

Meredith’s pov

He hauled in a shaky breath, his eyes swimming with sadness. I had hit him with the

past, something that could potentially bring out the man he once was.

’She’s dead.” He whispered, pushing the photo away. “The dead can’t speak.'”

I blinked in sadness, pitying the man he is now today. “But they can still see and hear.

If mom was here, she’d smack you upside your head and then nurse your wounds.”

He clenched his fists, turning away from me completely.” Is this why you came here?

To remind me of why I’m actually doing what I’m doing? Look at me, Meredith.” His

eyes snapped up to mine suddenly and I had to take in a very sharp inhale as

emotions swam through the windows of his soul.

Father was in more pain than I realized.

’I’m a shell of a man because of her. I can love no other, I have a permanent hole in

my heart because of her. Love is selfish Meredith, the pain is unbearable. I tried to

save you from it too,” He looked over my shoulder at Grant.

He continued. “But I was too late. I need to save my grandson before it’s too late.”

I shook my head, reaching out for him. My heart ached for my father. A man who once

believed love was the answer to everything now made love his enemy. It was painful

and tormenting to watch him become this person.

When my fingers touched his hand, he flinched. His eyes swept to mine in shock. I

don’t remember the last time I held my father’s hand or the last time I voluntarily stood

this close to him.

After mom died, our father-daughter relationship was swept up and tom into shreds.

He would come home late from work, smell of booze, and trash the entire place.

I can recall listening to a few bottles shattering on the wall. I can even remember the

feeling of that broken glass piercing through my heel one of those mornings

rampage.

He didn’t even flinch when I cried out in pain, he looked at me dead

told the maid to help me. He didn’t come

day too.

me stay up alone in my room, crying

that day, my heart

fact that I lost my

mother.

From that day, we regarded each other coldly, like we were

he asked and made

course, I met Grant and everything

“You’re wrong dad,’ I

called him dad in a while

he heard my words. There’s a flicker in his gaze, a

that reminded me of the past and the way he

It’s worth it. Those years you shared

Do you regret meeting her? Sharing life

life with her?’

his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and

when it comes to your mother Meredith.’ He tore his eyes

pain deep

back I’d do it all over again.” He whispered. “I’d choose

again. ■

heart squeezed. I could hear the raw emotions playing in

hurting her now that you’re trying to hurt her grandson dad?

dearly. You’re trying to

idea? Why do you want to hurt

“Don’t you see

and would choose her all over again, but the pain of

Love is

growing angry now that he was trying to justify his absurd

of it is beautiful. Every single emotion

because of what I had

Grant, my father had tried his best to change my mind

Muralo’s. But Grant and I run away and never turned

that I

it was his actions that drove me to do such

his wife and then he lost

way, I understood his loneliness and how a dead mind

think any action

cracked. ‘I’m sorry for leaving you the