Adrian’s POV
The weight of Alicia’s words on the paper crumbled in my hands weighs down my limbs as I stare across the room at Jean standing just inside the doorway to my bedroom. Concern is splashed across his features, his eyes darting between me and the wad of paper in my hands.
My chest is heaving, and my throat is sore from having just screamed through every emotion I’m feeling right now – anger and frustration being the main two, along with the sense of loss knowing that Alicia just picked up her life and walked out of mine with so much ease that I have to question why.
Why was it so easy for her to just leave like that? I know our relationship has been rocky from the get-go, but I have always loved her, and I will continue to do so. My life is anything but normal. In fact, it’s rather f*cked up and not something I would willingly share with anyone. But I did it for Alicia because I knew she was worth it and would understand the pain of everything I have been through.
