Denzel’s POV
I woke in the dead of night to find Venessa sleeping quietly beside me.
Moonlight traced the soft lines of her face, her features so delicate, so unguarded, that my chest tightened with regret. How could I have been cruel to her in a past life? How could I have failed someone who loved this deeply?
I thanked Fate for giving us another chance however brief it might be. It hurt knowing our time was limited, but I would accept whatever scraps of happiness I was given. Every word she had spoken, every choice she had made, now fell into place. Carrying the weight of the future while being unable to speak of it must have been unbearable.
I thought of how swiftly she had rejected me, how she had refused to meet my gaze. I had believed she didn’t want me. The truth cut far deeper
