[Leo’s POV]
I sit alone, a beer dangling from my fingers, a picture on the table in front of me of Darlene and Rue.
They’re smiling.
They’re happy.
It was a time before me and even though I know that I’m not responsible for what happened to Darlene, I can’t help but blame myself for her early passing and now Rue’s inability to be completely happy.
“Maybe I should just move back home.” I murmur, taking a swig of my beer.
My head starts to spin, the buzz from the cluster of empty bottles in front of me taking over, but it still isn’t enough to erase the s**t that I’m feeling.
“f**k,” I growl. “What the hell am I even doing?”
I had a month to try to get my head together, but even now I still can’t ignore the things that I desire while knowing that those things would only hurt somebody
