Her Light - His Darkness✔

Chapter 24

"Explain." Is all he says in a stern voice.

"I don't know what you want me to explain."

"This." Chris hands me the letter.

Logan, you shouldn't have done that.

Now I must move along with my plans much faster than intended.

Fuck the six clues!

And fuck you for running to the police!

How the fuck do I begin explaining this?

"Christian, I-"

"-you're not going to explain, are you?" Chris looks at me pointedly, I avoid his eyes finding the black plush carpet lining my bedroom much more appealing.

"I... I'll explain. I just... I need a moment."

Christian's face falls as he releases a defeated sigh through his parted lips, the sound devastating to my ears. I stare at the unwelcomed sight of his lips turned down into a frown and it tugs at my heart.

"Chris, I-"

"-Stop." Christian holds up his hand and takes a step towards me, cupping my face and staring into my eyes.

Slowly I see the brightness, the light, drain from his beautifully unique amber eyes right before he shuts them. I feel his warm, soft lips on my forehead and my lips lift into a small smile.

Chris pulls away dropping his hands to his sides, taking a step back. I see the storm raging in his eyes. Christian's mouth opens and closes a few times before he rips the seams of my barely stitched heart.

"I can't... I can't do this anymore, Logan."

"What do you mean?" My heart hammers in my chest. "Is it because I need a moment before I talk to you about the letters?"

"But you're not going to tell me, are you?" Chris snaps and his eyes flash with anger, showing me a whole other side to him.

"I'm going to, I just need a moment."

"When you've had your moment, you know where to find me." He walks out my room and I stand staring at the spot where he just was, unable to comprehend what the fuck just happened.

I need to stop him, I must stop him from leaving, my numb legs move on their own accord and by the time I get outside I'm too late. I watch as Christian drives down the road further away from me taking a piece of me unknowingly with him.

How the fuck could he just assume I wasn't going to tell him; I just needed a fucking moment to gather my thoughts. I wanted to tell him, I needed to tell him about this. I was fucking ready to tell Christian.

I've withheld so much from him; can I really blame him though. Chris has been patient with me, each time he asked me something I wasn't quite ready to divulge in, he understood, he always understood. I guess we all have our breaking points.

Christian got so used to me saying I'm not ready to talk about it, he thought that's what I meant today and now he's gone, too.

He's gone, Christian is gone and it's all my fault.

Fucking hell!

I knew this would happen, I just fucking knew he would leave, people close to me always get hurt and then they leave.

They always leave me and it's always my fault.

I look at the once vibrant flowers lining the walkway and I can't help but notice how dull they appear now.