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She hadn't left s I held the pillow she'd slept on last night and pressed my face to it It smelled like her The sexy sweet scent that was Della

Hoas I supposed to let her go? She didn't wantfor her She had started out on a journey to see the world and she'd met me Now she wanted more

I'd hovered over her I had tried to keep her safe and not let her do things she wanted I'd controlled her job and what she did She wanted to spread her wings and I'd clipped them So she'd found another way to fly

My chest was so tight that each breath I took was painful I hadn't called anyone I hadn't left lanced over at the clock It was after nine I'd been hoone? Had she known last night that she was leaving me?

The look in her eyes as she'din them that bothered otten about everything other than the pleasure If I had just looked deeper and talked to herInstead, it had been about sex When she had fallen to her knees in the kitchen, I was lost to whatever she wanted

If I'd only looked deeper

How had she left me?

Slowly, a realization ca her pillow The phone call fro to tell me Motherfucker! She'd left with Tripp She had called him and he had co up as anger---no, fury---consumed me She had left with Tripp He had taken her from me His call wouldn't haveable to say he had warned me when he kneouldn't understand him

I reached for the laainst the wall Then I threw the sheets and shoved over the nightstand I grabbed the er was still there I punched the wall until h the Sheetrock andI had stepped outside of myself as my body wentstopped That was all I had Her pilloalked over to the pile of broken glass and furniture and picked the pillow back up I held it reverently to my chest

Her scent filled my senses and for a moment the fury eased For aeverything in my house I had her I could hold this I had her

"Holy shit" Jace's voice ca into my room The horrified look on his face as he lifted his eyes to ain

"Dude," he said, holding up both his hands "You gotta calm down"

He didn't understand He hadn't just lost his reason for fucking living She hadn't just walked away fro but a note and a pillow The noteshit

I stalked to the door and shoved past Jace I had to get the note I had the note, too It was so of hers I had that I wanted it Even if the words in it tore me wide open, I wanted it

The torn paper lay on the floor and I scraht now I folded it carefully and tucked it intoHer words

"You're scaring me, man" Jace had followed me to the kitchen

"I need to be alone," I said without turning to look at him

"I don't think you need to be alone"