I shouldn’t have brought her close to myself, and let my demons break loose and crash down on her, tearing her apart. Sweet little girl. A gentle balm for my black soul. I should have held back and let her go. But I’m too selfish, so she suffered. And I again behaved like the last bastard, leaving her to lick her wounds. It’s because of me she became the shadow of the former Ivy—whom I still want so badly I can hardly breathe.
I will behave selfishly again, trying to bring her back. But this time I’ll do everything right. Contains explicit language.