{SEQUEL OF CRISIS OF DESIRE!!}
!WARNING! THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!
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I should've just killed her, cut her throat, shot her in the head, dumped her in a ditch, burn her alive. Anything. But I couldn't.
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I have been having mixed feelings about what's about to come. As much as I wish it could come faster, I wish I had more time too.
Because I still don't know what it will be.
I need more time, but I want to go to my mom as fast as I can, meaning I'm leaving.
I keep my eyes on the mirror and watch as the door slightly opens, waiting for Rafael to step into the room.
But he takes his time, granting me just a few more seconds to think.
And I think he's trying to stall as well.
He looks exhausted when he finally steps into my vision, not even looking at me as he tries to say something.
Anything.
'Valentina.' He says, looking at me through the reflection of the mirror. I nod, waiting for him to continue, and take him all in.
This might be the last time I'll be seeing him for a long time and I don't want to ever forget him.
Impossible... I could never forget him. Not even if I really wanted to.
This man literally broke my heart into a billion pieces, tried to shatter my soul by shutting me out, and made me hate him more than anything else in my entire life, but I could never, not in a million years, forget him.
'We're here.' He continues after doing the same to me. As if he's trying to take a picture in his mind. 'I gathered.'
He said that he would come and find me when we would arrive. And now he's here.
'So this is it?' He asks as I turn to face him. 'I guess it is.'
After everything.
After every tear, every shout, every heated moment, every touch, every kiss, every time my heart went insane at the simple thought of him.
This is it.
I can't help but smile at the irony.
I never thought I would fall for someone like him, because he was heartless and cold and felt inhuman most of the time.
Yet I gave myself to him. I gave him every part of me. Every dark, twisted, crazy part of me, but it wasn't enough.
Or at least it feels like it wasn't. Because he went with someone else.
And I know that he explained why he did it, but I can't just let it go.
It's like the images of him being that intimate with Molly keep replaying in my head over and over again every time I try to forget it.
