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

glass piercing through my

rampage.

in pain, he looked at me

to help

day too.

in my room, crying

that hurt that day, my heart

terms with the fact that

mother.

other coldly, like we were not father

what he asked and made sure to not

course, I met Grant

“You’re wrong dad,’ I

called him dad in a while too. Always

heard my words. There’s

the past and the way he looked at

beautiful. It’s worth it. Those years you shared with mom,

regret meeting her? Sharing life with

life with her?’

bob as he

anything when it comes to your mother Meredith.’ He

pain deep within his

I had to go back I’d do it all over again.” He whispered. “I’d choose her

again. ■

I could hear the raw emotions playing in

‘Don’t you think you’re hurting her now that

he loves dearly. You’re trying to

you think this is a good idea? Why do

his eyes to me. “Don’t you see I’m trying to help him Meredith? Yes.

would choose her all over again, but

unbearable. Love

I let go of his hand, growing angry now that he was trying to justify his absurd

is beautiful. Every bit of it

because of what

When I fell in love with Grant, my father had tried his best to change my mind

Muralo’s. But Grant and

thinks that I

realize that it was his actions that

wife and

a way, I understood his loneliness and how a dead mind and heart can

someone insane to think any action they take, is really for the

I cracked. ‘I’m sorry for leaving you