Blood leaks from the cuts in my hand. I fall on my ass and lean back against the desk with a grimace. One thought runs through my head again and again: This is Arya’s fault.
I thought I loved her. I thought she needed my protection.
I was so f*****g wrong about both of those things.
I don’t love her and I don’t need her. She sure as f**k doesn’t need me. Maybe it’s time to do what I should’ve done a long time ago. As far back as the day I turned down the wrong road and saw her giving birth in her car: gone my own way.
That’s the final thought in my head before I succumb to the darkness intruding at the corner of my eyes.
In the morning, I’ll say goodbye.
In the morning, the headache is back—with a motherfucking vengeance.
Before I even open my eyes, I feel it pounding behind my lids
