Jacob’s POV

How…

Why…

Is it really too late for us?

My mind is in haywire. A lot of questions wanted to be answered but I have one respond to each of it.

This is my fault, and I have no right to ask any question. It doesn’t matter if I’m confused, if I’m hurt. I am the one to blame for all the pain that kicked my chest right now.

All images of Lucianna in my head are shattered into tiny pieces that I don’t know how to reassemble those again. Her smiles, her laughter, her eyes, the ...