I've really been kicking myself in the ass about leaving Ryce before he woke up. Regret pulses through me nonstop. Not because of what we had done though.
I shouldn't have just left Ryce without saying anything. I just knew he would convince me to stay, and I am far too weak to deny Ryce anything. I'd give him my soul if he f*****g asked for it. Last night is going to be burned into my brain for the rest of my life. It leaves a bittersweet taste in my soul.
I'm sitting on the floor in the large bathroom of my stupid beauty room. Honestly, the place is a dream for girls who are actually excited about their weddings. But not for me. It's a bit too girlie for me, but I'm not excited to be getting married anyways. I thought about what had happened over the last few weeks as I sit here.
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