"I'm sorry," I urged closer, took William's hand, and placed the locket in his palm.
"I shouldn't have come here. I'm sorry," I stride past him without looking at him. His face is unbearable to look at.
I went into William's room. I collapsed on his bed.
What the fuck?
William has a dead lover he is never going to get over.
That room is a shrine for her. I bet there were pictures of her all over that room like the shrine I built for him in my secret room. He must have gotten rid of them before he invited me over
He never got over her death.
I laughed out loud.
Eleanor is William's love of his life and he is never going to forget her till the day he dies. And that's making me feel like throwing up.
I'm so fucking jealous I feel like I'm having a heart attack.
All along a dead woman was my biggest competition for William's love, not my sister.
