AMELIA
The next day, I received a bouquet of roses, though, and I burned it to ashes when the initial on the card was L instead of R. He probably expected to meet me tonight.
I still couldn’t get him out of my head even before going to bed. I didn’t know why. My stomach twisted in knots, but every time I thought of his face, it made my heart flutter.
Another beautiful morning. I supposed it was another beautiful morning, bright sun streaming through the opened curtain window, blue clear sky, and another breakfast I missed— intended to miss if I were to be honest.
I ghosted everyone because I couldn’t even look them in the eye. I couldn’t even look Ryden in the eye without feeling the knife sink and twist in my chest.
It was the guilt that taunted me from stabbing him and meeting a m
