Chapter 9 3/4: The Wind Howls Like a Wolf on a Hunt

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~Mitch's P.O.V.~
I stand there in front of the mirror. I look at my sorry self. I know that I killed her. It's all my fault. I could've stopped it. But I didn't. And I live on knowing this. I could've died for her. At least I would've. But I can't kill myself. And that's what holds me back. Behind this curtain of emotion. The thoughts. Her. Her love. Her lips. Her passion. The thing that holds me back. Wanting me to live so it can feed off of these emotions. The things that can lead you to breaking. It's voices. The thing that holds me back. And the thing that hurts me the most. It can't give me revenge.

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