Mike
The front door closes, so, I step out of my bedroom to see a disheveled comrade lean against the wall. He pushes air from his lungs and stares at me like I’m the worst possible villain in history. “That s**t was hard; don’t make me do something like that again. I called Paul while she kept on weeping. He’ll see that she gets home safely.”
My entire body aches for what I just put the love of my life through - making her believe that I’m dead.
Never to be heard from again.
She lost one man in her life already just three months ago… she’ll get over me, though. The girl must hate me, otherwise, she wouldn’t want to leave Georgia before knowing I was gone.
Ignoring Jace’s words, I stumble into the kitchen for a bottle of Jack. It will help numb the pain.
There’s so much aching - not
