ꕥ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 ꕥ

• CHAPTER 6 •

UNKNOWN'S POV

"With all due respect, I'm going to kill myself if she doesn't stop being such a hothead," Dario groans, falling down on my office couch.

I look over at him and hold in my laugh.

I can only imagine how stubborn she is.

"Are you hungry?" I asked, closing my laptop. "No, but thank you. I actually have to head over to Leonid's to check up on the ball arrangement; Marisa is going to explode soon enough, so it's best we subtract from her to-do list." He comes up to me and kisses my cheek before walking out.

I sure hope my plan works and the ball goes well.

I have no doubt they are going to hate me, but if it means keeping them safe and away from danger, I don't care.

•••

I feel so alone. It's been like that for many years.

I look up at the ceiling.

I miss his warmth. His embrace.

I truly doubt I'll ever be able to be in his arms again. To be loved by him again.

I twist and turn. No sleep is in my daily routine.

The scars I have on my body remind me what I have to fight for.

Those scars make me a defect. No man would want me with my scars.

Only him, who I believe will no longer love me after the plan.

I close my eyes. I'm hoping and praying that I'll get the chance to feel him against me once more.

JACKSON'S POV

I lay in bed.

I look to my right, and it's just hit 2:00 a.m.

I close my eyes.

I remember her smell and her soft skin pressed up against mine.

I sigh. Turning to my side and finding the little comfort I manage.

I haven't slept on her side.

No one has either.

No one is allowed to.

I look over at the empty spot. She's supposed to be here. She's supposed to be alive.

What I did to her is unforgivable. I wouldn't be surprised if she had never forgiven me.

I miss her.

I miss waking up to her, a smile on her face, and those beautiful honey-brown eyes looking right at me.

I miss her laugh. Her touch. Her lips. Her cooking. Her dancing. Her remarks.

I miss it all.

I guess that phrase "you never really realize what you have until you lose it" is true.

She gave me a home again.

I've lost two wives. It's a sign that I'm not meant to be happy. To be loved. Hell, I deserve it.

I'm an ass; I'm unable to love properly.

I shake my head, chuckling. I'd rather die lonely than start over with someone new.

Someone who isn't her.

Closing my eyes once again, I allow myself to rest my eyes.