Forbidden Heat novel Chapter 271

Breathing out another sigh, I walked into the room and closed the door behind me. There really isn’t anything left here. The empty room just acted as another proof that Reiner had truly disappeared from my life. I ran my fingertips along the table and imagined Reiner sitting on the chair as he spoke to me while I rested on his bed.

I remembered the first time he let me through the door when I was literally running away from my own nightmare. How he comforted me and held me until I fell asleep in his arms. The warmth in his arms and the kindness and care that I felt were feelings that I would never be able to forget.

I glanced at the floor in front of the door, remembering him sleeping there, sitting with his back against the door as he safeguarded me from any harm that may venture in from outside. He was definitely not a man of many words, but his actions spoke so much louder than words anyways.

Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my cheeks, and I didn’t even bother to wipe them away.

Sitting down on his bed, I recalled the first time I was able to get him to hold me in his arms and the peaceful sleep I experienced whenever I fell asleep with his arms around me. We’ve come such a long way after that just to return to nothing at all. We walked around in circles and ultimate we got lost and then we got separated.

Just when I was about to get up from the bed, I felt something underneath my hand like a bump. Was there something under the blanket?

I got up and pulled the blanket that was covering the bed away, revealing the item that was just laying there on the bed. I should have known that this would happen, but it still hurts like crazy anyways…

Poor little thing, he didn’t even take you with him. Are you lonely and sad after being left behind…just like me?

I laughed a little at myself. I’m so stupid...

Why am I talking silently in my head to a painting?

It’s weird and twisted how the painting I had given him for his birthday present as a way for him to remember me turned out to be something that I would remember him by instead. He didn’t even take it with him. I looked down at my own painting of Reiner. He looked great here, I had to say that I had some hidden talent at painting.

Just as suddenly as he had waltz into my life, he had left while taking nothing along with him as a reminder of our time together. Perhaps, he didn’t want to remember the times that we shared anymore. I’m probably the only one holding on to these useless emotions of mine. Well, at least he took my heart away with him…

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. It was clear even to me that being here wasn’t helping me get over him at all, but then again, I never said that I wanted to get over him in the first place.

What am I doing here?