Am I a bad guy?

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★☆Elijah☆★

When I left that night, I instantly regretted it. Why the hell am I like this? I hate that I can't forgive her. My heart wants to, too. I can feel it.

It's like she had this gravitational pull on me. My mind has to keep me in check because if my heart were in control I would have been given up.

She doesn't understand what happened to me when my mom told me she was gone and was never coming back. That broke me. She was my everything in more ways than one.

6 years ago

I walk into the house with my Dad. Today, he had picked me up. My mom was sitting on the couch, and she looked upset. She's not smiling. I step back for a second out of shock.

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