"Would you ever forgive me, Nora? I admit I need help, serious mental help and I don't know if I'm ever going to be healed from all these. I-I don't deserve to live. People like me belong in hell," Jerome said in a cracked voice as they were sitting on the queen size bed of the hotel room.
Nora was at the edge of the bed with a blank look on her face while he sat with his back on the head board of the bed. She shifted her gaze from his pale face to the window opposite her.
"You know, there are many people in your position that would've gone out of their way to do their best to separate relationships like the ones Ciara and Mason have but you're different. You took it in unexpectedly and quite the opposite of what psycho exes do."
Jerome sighed and raised his knees to his chin and rested
