Sebastian's P.O.V
Watching Zendea so peacefully asleep in our bed once again seems so surreal, it's as if she never left but the memories of heartache are still there, of course. On our way home, she passed out in the car so I put her to bed and cleaned her wounds, this is the second time she's been shot whilst being with me.
"I love you and I'm sorry, I love you and I'm sorry, I love you and I'm sorry." I hear her faint thoughts whispering throughout my head. Hearing her say that makes me angry for some reason, trust me I don't want to be but, I can't help but remember how if she had talked to me we wouldn't have had to go through all of this. Huffing , I exit the room and choose to hit the gym, I have to release this frustration. Hours go by as I destroy yet another punching bag, these
