(Blake's POV)
I am 29 years old, and my painful memories were nothing compared to Tara’s. As a child, I tantrum over things my parents couldn’t give me, always thinking how unfair they were. But since I was an only child, I always got what I wanted. I cried over unsuccessful relationships in the past, promising not to fall in love again, but then I always found my heart recuperating from a silly pain and finding myself a new one. I got mad at the businesses I failed, but I would always be successful at them in the end with my persistence.
But Tara... my poor Tara...
I tried to open my mouth to speak, to comfort her at least, but how could I when I have never lost anyone in that way. The only thing I could do was hold her in my arms, making her feel I was here. I kept kissing her hair a
