“Later, Declan.” That was all I could say before turning from him.
“You turned the cameras off in your room,” he stated. I hadn’t done that, but I had a feeling I knew who had. “Don’t do anything…don’t make us bury you too.”
I tried to think of the right words.
“Liam.”
“I promised my kids. I’m going to be here in the morning. Just…go,” I said, but I was the one that wandered back into my room.
Locking the door behind me, I glanced around but she wasn’t there. Part of me believed I had lost my mind, that she had pushed me too far. This hurt too much…and yet I still searched for her. She was an obsession. We were both insane. The way we lived our lives, the way we took others’ lives, the way we loved…none of it was normal.
“How did you know I would be in here?” she whispered, sitting the corner of her closet, a bottle of wine in front of her, though she wasn’t drinking it.
“God knows you love your shoes,” I replied. “You aren’t going to drink? Tell
me the new plot of Las Pasiones de Melody.”
She smiled, brushing her hair behind her ears. “I want to, but if I get drunk, I’m going to go to the kids; I’m barely holding on. It isn’t like when I disappeared last time, Liam. There is no hope. I deleted myself.”
“At least you went out at the top of your game,” I muttered, staring down at her. The whole city loved her even more now than they had while she was alive…people were cruel like that.
“The first day, I almost gave in and came back,” she confessed.
“Why didn’t you?”
“Your mother stopped me.”
Thanks for that, Ma… I huffed, gripping the cane beside me tighter.
“If you’re against this, Liam, I’m not going to make it—”
“So you figured you’d force me? Like always? Just act first and he’ll forgive me? Is that what you thought? Everything we had, you destroyed it…you destroyed me. Every time I look back, I see myself chasing after you. I’m exhausted. I’m tired of chasing you, Melody.”
“Okay,” she whispered, getting up and walking past me. “I’ll be out of the city—”
Grabbing her arm, I wanted to smack her. “How is it possible for you to keep walking away from me so easily, goddamn it?!”
“Easy?” She ripped her arm away. “Nothing is easy for me, Liam. NOTHING! You—”
Kissing her was like coming up for air. Feeling her body pressed up against mine jump started my heart and in that moment, nothing was important because she was there…she was alive.
MELODY
DAY 8
Throughout my life, I had been called a lot of things.
Bitch.
Whore.
Cunt.
Monster.
Devil.
Witch.