Unbroken Love (Unloved #2)

Prologue

Shaking from the cold or from the pills. From the chills that ran down my arms all the way to the lighter in my palm. Water slid down my body and it soon registered that the lighter wouldn't catch if I didn't press the button. My hesitation wasn't due to fear but to question, but my mind was foggy and there were way to many bottles lying hazardously around my room.

Our room.

Her room.

I wanted so desperately to stand but the stars were too pretty to ignore. The stars that looked disappointed, my stars that looked disappointed. Not my stars, her stars.

Her stars looked out of place so I would bring her the moon to match.

Then her smile would be so bright that it reached into my mind and took away every bad thought that hid in the shadows. I would be filled with her sunshine and her honey would seep into my bones to make me work again.

A shiver raced down my spine and the water disappeared. I felt heavy, my neck complained from the position it was in.

I had thought that readiness was something that I had, but now I knew that it didn't exist. You could never be truly ready for anything. I was never ready to fall so openheartedly for Gemma, I also wasn't ready to let her go.

I would never be ready to let her go.

Beyond the voices and the yelling and the constant beat of my heart I heard a sobbing in the distance. This was not my sob, though I wouldn't have been surprised if it was. But the cries of distress echoed in the empty chasm that was my chest, and hit me.

The pain hurt extremely. I wanted nothing more than to find out why she was upset, but I was scared I already knew why; and there could be nothing done to stop it.

The fog I had craved so desperately threatened to envelope me. But instead of embracing the victory of reaching it, I wanted to run from it.

I held too much regret and too much love that I feared the angels could never lift me to heaven. I had so much to fix and so much yet to give. The stinging in my chest that day made me realize that my chest hadn't been empty this whole time. There was something there, and that something was my heart.