HEART OF A TRUE LUNA novel Chapter 6

AMBER.

“Everything is about you! I tried for so long, but this is where it all led me to! I regret that night! And I hate you!” Zach was growling, his hand continuously pounding on his thigh as blood soaked his pants.

“Stop! Please…” I slowly sank to my knees. “Please, Zach…”

“Get out! Or I won’t stop doing this!” His eyes dilated, and I knew he meant what he was saying.

I scampered to my feet, tears rolling down my cheeks as I stepped outside his room, closing the door before I ran to the nearest balcony.

I stood there, hands holding onto the railing as I looked up at the moon. She was the only witness to my misery tonight. I didn’t stop myself from crying to her.

“How much more pain will you give me?” I couldn’t breathe. The pain in my heart was unbearable. I thought I had felt all the pain possible that Zach could give me, but nothing compared to how I felt tonight.

I was hurting for myself, but I was hurting more for him. I just wanted the nightmare to end.

When my tears finally subsided, I walked back to the corridor. I thought I would just slip the room card in the gap under the door, and then I would leave.

Maybe this was the end of us. Maybe I should just give up. Maybe seeing me was a constant reminder that he lost his ability to walk.

I had no idea how I would move on, but I would walk away even if I didn’t want to.

I would do this for him. It didn’t matter anymore if I lived my whole life wanting him. If moving on and forgetting him would make him move forward, I would give it to him.

I would just learn to love him from afar.

I wiped my tears and removed my shoes before walking barefoot toward his room, not making any noise at all. I was almost there when I noticed the door was slightly open. My forehead creased because I was sure I shut it hard.

Did he leave?

I was about to push the door open, but my hand got stuck in the air. I was not prepared for what I heard.

Zach was crying. Not the loud kind of cry, but in a way that would cause your heart to bleed. I could tell he was trying to stifle his cries.

The strongest man I knew was crying on his own.