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Her eyes fill with tears. “Don’t talk to me like a child. You’re not my father. And you don’t have to be such a dick. I can see you’re hurting, Weston, and that hurts me, knowing you’re in pain. I just want to help.”
I put Mia too close to danger. And everywhere I go, everyone I’ve ever gotten close to, bad things happen to them.
I can’t get involved with her. I learned a long time ago that I am fucking cursed and if anything was meant to remind me of that fact, it’s these dancing flames bringing back all of the awful truth. I was foolish to think I could carry on as if I have no past.
“Gerald,” I say, and he steps to us. “Take Mia home.”
“Of course,” he says, and opens the door.
“Are—are you serious?” Mia asks. “Weston…”
“There’s nothing for you here.” I can’t look in her eyes, so full of tears and confusion and a healthy dose of rage.
“You can’t just send me off.”
If I look at her, I might have a breakdown. Gerald ushers her into the car, and before he shuts the door I almost look back. But I use all my will not to.
“Weston,” she calls through the open window. “You’re an asshole, you know that? I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. I can’t believe you…”
The car finally pulls away. I turn and watch it go. Mia Cassidy, driven out of my life forever. When I look up at the flames of the building flickering so close to my own apartment, I know it’s the only choice I had. Keeping Mia safe from me is all that matters—even if I can never see her again.
--End of Part Two--
I put Mia too close to danger. And everywhere I go, everyone I’ve ever gotten close to, bad things happen to them.
I can’t get involved with her. I learned a long time ago that I am fucking cursed and if anything was meant to remind me of that fact, it’s these dancing flames bringing back all of the awful truth. I was foolish to think I could carry on as if I have no past.
“Gerald,” I say, and he steps to us. “Take Mia home.”
“Of course,” he says, and opens the door.
“Are—are you serious?” Mia asks. “Weston…”
“There’s nothing for you here.” I can’t look in her eyes, so full of tears and confusion and a healthy dose of rage.
“You can’t just send me off.”
If I look at her, I might have a breakdown. Gerald ushers her into the car, and before he shuts the door I almost look back. But I use all my will not to.
“Weston,” she calls through the open window. “You’re an asshole, you know that? I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. I can’t believe you…”
The car finally pulls away. I turn and watch it go. Mia Cassidy, driven out of my life forever. When I look up at the flames of the building flickering so close to my own apartment, I know it’s the only choice I had. Keeping Mia safe from me is all that matters—even if I can never see her again.
--End of Part Two--