I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 137

The cabin of the bus fell dead silent, save for the violent rattling of the chassis and the howling wind tearing past the windows.

Finn stared at Sienna, completely paralyzed.

She reached up and cradled his face in her hands, the gesture overwhelmingly intimate, as if time had instantly snapped back to the past.

Her slender fingers rested against his cheekbones, delightfully cool against his skin.

"I noticed earlier that even the Little Prince cried, so why didn't you?" Her voice was incredibly soft, tinged with an adorable pout as her lips slightly protruded.

Finn's heart suffered a catastrophic jolt. He stared at her, completely robbed of speech.

The Sienna sitting right in front of him had just forcefully dragged him back six years into the past.

That night, they had been riding the very last campus shuttle back to their dorms.

The bus had been completely empty except for the two of them, and they had been sitting in the very back row, just like this.

They had just watched a theater production of *The Little Prince*.

She had asked him, "Why didn't you cry?" and he had bluntly replied, "There was nothing to cry about."

She had glared at him, calling him "cold-blooded."

He hadn't bothered to defend himself.

He simply didn't know how to explain that he just wasn't used to wearing his heart on his sleeve.

"Will you ever leave me?"

Sienna's voice suddenly ripped him back to the agonizing present.

Finn locked eyes with her.

Sienna was staring right back at him, unblinking.

Her fingers traced a slow line from his cheekbone down to his jawline, lingering there as she gently stroked his skin.

She was waiting for his answer.

The past and the present violently collided, blurring the lines of reality.

"Never," Finn answered instinctively.

It was the exact same promise he had made six years ago.

But the second the word left his lips, it felt like reality had reached out and viciously slapped him across the face.

The Sienna in front of him smiled brilliantly, her eyes curving into beautiful crescents.

She reached down and intertwined her fingers with his, locking their hands perfectly together.

"Finn, if there ever comes a day when you want to break up with me, I swear I won't be able to handle it."

He wasn't a doctor, but it didn't take a medical degree to know how brutally deep a blade had to plunge to leave a scar that horrific.

When Chloe slashed her wrists last time, there was a lot of blood, but the cut was so superficial it barely left a mark.

How impossibly deep had Sienna cut to scar like this?

How much blood had poured from her veins?

How suffocatingly desperate had she been?

How long had she laid there in agony?

How on earth did she even survive?

Finn felt as though someone had taken a hunting knife and viciously gutted him.

Every single stab hit his most vulnerable weakness.

The pain was suffocating.

He cradled her ruined wrist in his massive hand, absolutely terrified to apply even an ounce of pressure, paranoid he might hurt her.

His thumb gently stroked over the jagged scar, back and forth, as if he could magically erase the tragedy.

"Sienna, what exactly happened four years ago? Please, tell me."