(Tate's POV)
'She was my cure, And I was her disease. She was saving me, but I was killing her.' Is what always runs through my head when I think of all of the pain I caused Grace.
What kind of monster am i? I did so many terrible, unforgivable, heart breaking things... to her, my sunshine, my angel. If I could take back all of those things.... I would... but I cant.
Love. The deadliest of all things. It's kills you. When you have it and when you dont.
It kills me everyday not being able to see Grace and hold her in my arms. It hurts, you know. When you have someone in your heart but you still can't have them in your arms.
I miss her. I miss everything. I miss talking to her, hearing about her day. I miss her voice. I miss her eyes. The smell of her hair, and the way her lips tasted. I fucking miss everything.
