Declan
When I went back to my room, it was too empty without Henley. She had been ready to make love to me, to show me what true love was, but I just couldn’t. Even though I’m more experienced with sex, she’s much more experienced with love, with opening her heart.
I poured myself a drink and stood before the window, looking out at the moonlight at the night sky just as she had been doing when I walked into her room. And she had been crying. She has so much love to give, it’s not fair for her to have to be married to someone who can’t give it back to her in return.
Can’t or won’t?
I loved my parents, so I know I’m capable of love. And I loved Isabel, but she threw my heart in the dirt. But is it fair to blame Isabel for my inability to move on? She’s gone now, but she had moved on a long time ago. Shortly after she left. So, why can’t I?