Brooke's POV:
I woke up around four in the morning that day. I gave James a kiss on the head then crawled out from under him quietly. I put my underwear and bra back on then pulled up my jeans and threw my sweater back on. I slipped back into my shoes but left my shirt and room key right next to him. I kissed his forehead and took one last look at him before sneaking out into the dimly lit hallway.
I walked away that early morning from the man I truly loved and wanted to be with, but I just couldn't be with him or love him anymore.
I stepped through that hall that early morning without looking back.
I left those doors not wanting to go back through them and got in my car without hesitation.
I watched the sunrise as I drove down the freeway that morning without thinking about how James was going to feel when he woke up.
I knew in my brain I was doing the right thing, but my heart still ached with guilt.
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Flash foreword to three years from that morning and I'm married to the man I was engaged to with two beautiful daughters.
No one in my life knows about James and the love I still hold in my heart for him.
I still sleep with that picture of us in my pocket and every now and then he appears in my dreams.
I will always know that James Fields is the man I want to be with, but it's too late now.
It's much too late now.
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The Bad Boy's Roommate
RomansaBrooke Jones was on honor roll in high school, perfect attendance, as well as valedictorian. She played varsity softball all four years and was in almost every club, so you can imagine she was accepted into almost every college she applied to, inclu...
