~Jeremy’s POV~

The house felt emptier after she left.

I hadn’t wanted to let go.

I should’ve told her I didn’t want to.

I should’ve told her I’d burn the whole damn world just to keep her close.

I should have told her my heart had literally stopped when I met her in my room.

But instead, I let her walk out of that door, because I was a coward.

I poured myself a glass of scotch from my home bar, though I didn’t even want it. It burned down my throat anyway.

I could still feel ...