Wyatt Crown was mine. I was his.
I’d been cherished by a man that had once cherished nothing. Feeling his hands on my body. His breath on my skin. The soft whisper of him caresses my soul. He was imprinted on my soul. In that moment I didn’t feel alone anymore. I do now.
After the crash, I fear the outcome of those I love. I’m afraid as my world crumbles. Calling out in the cold darkness, the lack of a reply crushes me. My heart breaks. Shredding into a million pieces, it leaves me broken and scarred.
Why am I going through this again?