Chapter 13: The Sword

Could it be more beautiful? His warm lips, his soft but strong skin, his hands wrapping me up… Everything felt complete.

It was a misery to come back to real life. Because he didn't feel real. He was the heaven specifically made for me. He was the answer to all my questions, and life against death.

I felt alive like electricity was moving through all my veins. I knew that I would be searching for this feeling all my life. One taste was enough.

What I had with Max, the high expectations and the violent fall, didn’t help me feel secure with what I was about to have with Aiden.

On the contrary, all I saw was fog. I couldn’t figure out what to do, or what to say. I was still afraid of going back to that dark place I fell into after Max.

When we went home around 6 in the morning, Enzo and Elena were sleeping in my double-size bed. Di was in her room but her door was closed.