The harsh truth of my f****d up story was that I should know what was waiting for me at the end of the road. But I didn’t, I had closed my eyes and it took me so much time and pain to understand that it was all a lie. The whole time I was so focused to resurrect a long-dead love story that I was ready to sell my soul just to go back and live in that memory. But memories are exactly that – memories – and they can’t be relived. Especially not out of context. Maybe the hurt and sorrow for what would never be because Adan was who he was would never leave me, but now that I knew everything, I didn’t mind being away from him.
Mark remained silent next to me, frowning at the darkened road ahead of us. I knew I was too harsh to him, and it was completely unfair, but I struggled to find the right
