XAVIER'S POV
Staring at the ceiling as emptiness snuggled inside the home it had found in my mind, I wondered what Ophelia was doing.
I hope she wasn't upset. I hope she'd realized how much of a fuck up I was. She deserved better.
So much better.
Ophelia deserved the world and I was hell.
Sleep used to be my escape. But once the nightmares started, even sleep left me.
Somehow my mind, again, found its way back to Ophelia.
I remembered how she kissed me on my roof. Her soft lips touched mine as her body shook with nervousness. It was the cutest little peck and I sat there like an idiot.
What I wouldn't give to just go back in time and kiss her back. Tell her I liked her too. Apologize repeatedly for all my words that hurt.
But that would have been selfish of me. Nothing was consistent in my life except the thought of killing myself.
Control.
It was an addicting thing. Once you get it, you can't live without it.
It feels like hell.
