Leaving him was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
The only that would have been worse? Staying to watch him become the monster he was taught to be. Living with the fact that I loved him anyway.
Now I live in the shadows, hoping he never finds me.
Praying that he does.
Left without so much as a good-bye.
For years I’ve pretended I didn’t care, pretended that even hearing her name didn’t rip at the shreds of my soul that I have left.
Now I’m going to find her.
I might not ever let her go.