“I love you so f*****g much, I can scarcely breathe at times. And that scares me. I’ve never loved anyone before because my entire life, I was surrounded by hate. But that changed…the day I met you.”
The fire behind her eyes fades, and her walls begin to crumble.
“I was the one who took Brody’s life, not you, but ya need to forgive yerself because the hate ya feel, it’ll eat ya up inside, and sooner or later, y’ll wish ya were dead too.
“It’s okay to feel bad that he’s dead. I’d be worried if ya didn’t. Yer vulnerability makes ye strong. It makes ya human—my human. But his death, it’s on me. And I need ya to forgive me for that.”
“Forgive you?” she says in a whisper.
“Aye. If ya want forever, then ya need to be okay with the fact that the man ye love was the man who killed yer father.
