Memories of a Bad Boy
SEQUAL TO *TALES OF A BAD BOY*- this book will not make sense if you don't read the first book.
It hurts until it doesn't. You think it's going to break you, but I promise you it won't. You may not sleep as well at night but you'll be fine. Numb, that's for sure. But fine. Then again numb and fine are the same thing really.
It's been three years since he left me.
On that unforgettable stormy night in late June.
And it wasn't until he was gone that I realised how weak I had become. Without him I could not breathe, he was my oxygen and I needed him to survive.
He left me, and for the first few days, weeks, months I felt like I was suffocating. Like I was dying, drowning in all those memories he left behind for me to try but never forget.
Everything you love will kill you in the end I suppose. Whether it's cigarettes, drugs or that boy with those unforgettable eyes.
They all kill you in the end.
But over time the pain grew less and less and I began to heal until Luca Millar became just another memory to me. A tragically beautiful memory.
He was my first love.
Now three whole years have passed by since Luca Millar left all of us. I told myself it was over between us again and again, I moved on to bigger and better things and distracted myself from all the memories of my Luca.
But it was never over, deep down I think I always knew that somehow it wasn't just a simple good bye.
It was never simple when it came to him.
Our paths would cross once again but this time it was different. I had changed, he had changed.
But he was my first love, he was my only love.
And I was his.