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 heel

rampage.

cried out in pain, he looked at me dead in the eyes

told the maid to

day too.

up alone in my room,

that hurt that

day I came to terms with the fact that I lost my father the same day I lost

mother.

each other coldly,

I did what he asked and made sure to not

of course, I met

wrong dad,’

called him dad in a while too. Always regarded him as

heard my words. There’s a flicker in his

of the past and the way he looked at me before mom passed

it. Those years you shared with mom, I was sure were

regret meeting her? Sharing life with her?

life with her?’

bob as he swallowed

mother Meredith.’ He tore his

pain deep within his

I’d do it all over again.”

again. ■

I could hear

you think you’re hurting her now that you’re trying

loves dearly. You’re trying to tear

is a good idea? Why do you

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

over again, but the pain of losing her

Love is

now that he was trying

“Love is beautiful. Every bit of it is beautiful.

beautiful. Stop hurting Aiden because

with Grant, my father had tried his best

Grant and

that I had abandoned

his actions that drove

wife and then

loneliness and how a dead mind and heart

action

I cracked. ‘I’m sorry for leaving you the