We Died So He Could Love Chapter 18

We Died So He Could Love Chapter 18

I had always kept a diary. I could never bring myself to throw away the few beautiful moments from those early years.

Preston spoke coldly.

“Don’t you think you look pathetic right now?”

“You only remembered she loved you after you lost her. It’s too late.”

Kieran sank to the ground, his voice raw.

“Please… I know Carla manipulated me.”

“I’ve cut her off completely. The only person who ever truly loved me was Blythe.”

“So I’m begging you. Let me take her away.”

There was no softness in Preston’s eyes.

“You think cutting off Carla erases everything?”

“Kieran, nothing can make up for what you did to Blythe. Not one ten-thousandth of it.”

“All you did was walk away from her.”

“If you really want to prove you love Blythe, then go kill Carla and avenge her.”

Kieran sat on the ground, crying so hard he could barely breathe.

Preston didn’t spare him another glance before turning and going back inside.

Kieran stayed outside the door, repeating “I’m sorry” over and over.

He knocked his head against the door until his forehead split open and blood ran down his face, but no one answered.

He finally staggered away.

My name was a constant whisper on his lips.