ELIAS
Amara had gone crazy.
There was no other explanation. It seemed this was her last-ditch attempt to cling to a fantasy she had written in her own mind and then convinced herself was real.
I could not deny that once, long ago, I had helped create that fantasy.
She was one of the first ones I slept with back in Elite. One of many, if I were being honest. Back then, I was a walking pile of bad decisions and impulsive stupidity. I didn’t care about consequences. I didn’t care about who caught feelings or who got hurt. I never wanted to tie myself to anyone. I made that clear every time, including with her.
However, clarity means nothing to someone who only hears what they want.
So yes, maybe I deserved some of the things I’d been slapped with over the years. Maybe karma had my name
