Chapter 88
Shattered glass
Vincent:
She slept now, the blood loss made her light headed so she needed to recover. Once the final burst of happiness left my chest, I was strong enough to pull away. I never believed I could be, but something inside told me I needed to let her go.
Was stopping this connection really about helping her?
Sitting here, it seems like all I did was find a way to finally get her out of my life. Had the years of pain turned into resentment? My body was on fire still, the effects of her blood still boiling in my veins. At least she looked at peace, finally. The grief and pain she held onto melted away with the connection.
Or maybe I just stopped being able to feel it.
