Greyson

After the sun finally set, I watched as Cecilia walked up the stairs to the loft, disappearing a second before her footsteps tapped on the floor. With each passing tick of the clock, I told myself all the reasons not to follow her.

She was too good for me.

I’d fucked up too many lives to risk doing the same to hers.

I’d be dead soon.

My chin dropped to my chest as I exerted every ounce of self-discipline.

There were too many things ...