Prompted by: Nicky
I was halfway out the door.
I was halfway out of her life.
“Please,” she begged.
I was halfway out of my goddamn mind.
And I had zero intention of stopping.
Not this time.
No matter how much I wanted to. No matter how much it shredded me to pieces. No matter how much it crushed me to f*cking bits.
“You’re such a coward.”
I wouldn’t stop.
“You’ll fight for your country.”
I wouldn’t give in.
“You’ll fight for your men.”
I wouldn’t look back.
“You’ll fight for your stupid honor.”
“But you won’t fight for us.”
“You won’t even try to.”
Clenching my jaw, I muttered, “You deserve better.”
“I don’t want better.”
My heart started pounding.
So hard it made my chest ache. So hard it made my ears ring. So hard it made my vision blur. So damn hard I could barely f*cking breathe.
Because suddenly, her slender arms were wrapping around my waist. Her forehead pressing against my shoulder blades. Her words searing through the cotton of my t-shirt…
“I dig scars.”
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