Tristan
The glass of whiskey in my hand looked amber in the dim light of my study.
Every single time I was brought here because of her.
“Nobody cared about me, not even you,”
Her words burned more than the whiskey ever could. It burned hot and lashed out in anger aimed at her parents. For their harsh unforgiving ignorant and insulting words. But most of all, for myself.
A part of me longed for my past life's memories to the point of desperation but the other side of me feared what I would see. If I was going to be just as horrible if not worse.
It didn't really matter considering how I was fully aware of how I treated her. Her death was reversed but it didn't change everything leading up to it.
Our mate bond was severed and she was free. Yet , despite all of that, she was here,
