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“How about we just never talk again.”

“You're fucking childish.”

“Me. ME!” I scoffed loudly. “I was the one ready to have a relationship with you, and you are the one acting like a child by backing out of it.”

“There is more to it than that.”

“Well guess what, I don’t want to hear it.”

He ran his hand through his hair and groaned. “I wish I didn’t fucking care about you; this would make it all a whole lot fucking easier.”

“Oh yes, poor you for once in your life, you’re experiencing an emotion.”

“I heard you decked a girl at the university yesterday.”

Way to change the subject.

“I punched her. I didn’t deck her.”

“The story is being told differently.”

“Well, I don’t care what others think.”

“Yeah you do, Abby.”

I felt my stomach beginning to boil with rage. “If I was that self-centered, I wouldn’t have put my heart on the line for you.” I wiped a tear away. “Can you just leave, please? You’re just making me feel worse.”

He shifted his weight from side to side before he did something I wasn’t expecting; he sat next to me on the bed.

“Do you know why I am called the Reaper?” He made sure to lock his eyes with mine.

“Because you’re Dad’s right hand. You clean up dirty business.”

“Dirty business,” he muttered more to himself then shook his head. “I kill people, Abby. I’m the Reaper of death. I can’t count how many bodies I’ve put in the ground. The worst thing is, I don’t care. I can put a bullet through anyone, and I wouldn’t feel an inch of guilt. So tell me how a girl like you, perfect, pretty, and drop dead fucking gorgeous wants to be with a soulless beast like me?”

He still didn’t see it. He still didn’t understand.

“You don’t get to choose who you fall in love with, your heart does, and mine has always belonged to yours, ever since you saved me in that alleyway.” I placed a hand on his. “But you don’t feel the same, because if you did, you wouldn’t be looking for an excuse to get out of loving me.”

Maybe that was he was trying to scare me off. Maybe the love that he thought he felt wasn’t love at all.

He stayed silent.

I lifted my hand off his. “You should go.”

He let out a long sigh before standing up. “I didn’t want this to turn out like this.” Regret covered his words. “I’ll let you sleep.”

I watched him get up, and just when I thought he was leaving, he turned back around to face me.

“This, you and I, we aren’t over.”

“We are if you can’t move forward.”

He left. Just like that, he walked out of my room, leaving our relationship in the air. Heck, who was I kidding? It was over, and I just didn’t want to accept it.

Chapter 61

Abby