The side that feels. The side that’s suffering. The side that’s lost.
I caught those glimpses, and they only made me want her more.
But knowing that I could maybe make it better…that I could take away some of that pain…
It doesn’t matter how much I ache for her. There was no way I could give in to her, much as I wanted to. I can’t make this any worse than it is.
I can’t have her. I need to finish the job. I need to keep focused.
At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
I’m already in too deep, and let’s face it. I’m on borrowed time. If Kat finds out the truth about what I’ve done…
I give my head a little shake.
Christ, I hope the truth sets someone free.
I just doubt it’ll be me.