Rider
A week had passed since Sophia went home, and I was just as devastated as the day she left.
I missed her more than I could have ever imagined and fought the urge to go to her daily—the things I would give for a chance to go back in time and fix my mistakes. Hell, at this point, I would prefer we went back to when she hated me, but not because I hurt her. The knowledge that I caused her emotional pain was the part that was eating me alive; I never meant for that to happen.
I thought about begging her to take me back, but I knew she wouldn’t. Maybe she could have forgiven some of my mistakes, but the one I knew sealed my fate was when I made her feel like she wasn’t good enough for me. It wasn’t what I meant to do, but I could see it now that I was looking at things from her perspe
