Caspian:
“Caspian! What’s the matter? You haven’t eaten anything since she left,” Denise entered my study, placing a tray of food on the table.
“I’m not hungry,” I replied, turning my face to the side before looking back at the picture of Gen in the photo frame.
“Just talk to her,” she insisted as she sat down. I knew about her feelings for me, but she also knew there was no place for anyone else in my life or my heart anymore.
“It will complicate things. I don’t want her life in danger because of my selfish needs,” I fought back tears, trying to act strong. I wasn’t. I had endured a lifetime of abuse, and it didn’t break me, but the moment I had to let go of Gen, I finally broke.
Nothing seemed interesting to me. The love of my life, my dream, was now gone. She hated me.
The thought
