DEVON
I stood in front of the sink after splashing some cold water on my face. The water droplets ran down my face like the strings of those terrible memories from the past.
My hands clenched the edge of the basin tightly until my knuckles turned white. My whole body was shaking, and I couldn't find the natural rhythm of my breathing in spite of my desperate tries.
I stared at the reflection that mocked me, and taunted me, reminding the demons that I didn't want to wake. Over the years, I carefully left those dark allies in hope of a bright future.
Yet trivial things as this triggered something within me, pushing off the cliff only to roll down the bumpy, rough road that left me bleeding and wailing.
My breath hitched as the bathroom door was opened, and Elena's face appeared beside me in the mirror. Her worried eyes searched for mine, but I didn't give her any glimpses of how broken and imperfect her husband was.
