Redamancy novel Chapter 15

Seal- Kiss From A Rose

The regret Beau carried was slowly consuming him and couldn't help himself in his time of need.

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It was three in the morning where Beau was laying down staring at the ceiling thinking about his past failures. This was something he would do a couple nights a week wanting to relive what happand that night and praying for it to not be real the moment the sun came up.

He lightly brushed his right hand against his left running his finger tips across his wrist feeling textured skin that was starting to smooth out. His desire to sooth the burning itch he craved was getting harder to decline everday. Beau wished he found another way to cope with the situation, but thought he deserved them in a way he couldn't explain. Sighing heavily he placed both hands on his face a frown starting to form underneath. "Fuck" He muttered to himself in frustration.