![]() ![]() ![]() “Do I even have a choice?” I place his half-bandaged hand on my heart. He places two fingers under my chin and lifts my head up so I’m staring at him. You can’t make me miss you to death, write me letters like that and then get hurt, okay? You just can’t.” “You scared the shit out of me! I thought something happened to you after I’ve finally found you. “What happened to your hand, Jasper?” I ask again, my throat closing. I stare at his handsome face, at those icy blue eyes and those lips. His good hand cradles my cheek and I stare up at him with tears blurring my vision. ![]() I jog to him and clutch his hand in mine. The moment I walk inside, he freezes and watches me with slightly widened eyes. He’s standing in front of the sink, wearing only pants and bandaging his hand in sloppy movements. My voice cuts off when I make out his form. I let my bag fall to the floor and run toward the bathroom. I’m about to check the balcony when I notice droplets of blood on the carpet, leading to the bathroom. Even the small pillows I brought in so the cats can play on are still here. My breath catches when I realize he didn’t change anything about the bedroom. ![]()
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