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world where my parents were still alive, and we were living
happily ever after.
“When you’re rich, you can pay for someone’s silence,
buy life and death, play god and win. That’s what he did.
I’m a mere mortal… I lost.”
“I’m sorry.”
I am too.
“I hated you because you were a reminder of the boy
who ruined me and stole my life from me,” I croaked, my
ability to speak fading. I rubbed my chest, over my scars.
“So rich, so spoiled. Such a brat with so much arrogance.”
Maddox made a sound at the back of his throat; it
sounded almost like a silent cry before he spoke. “I’m
sorry,” he said again.
With all my strength gone from my body, I couldn’t sit up
anymore. My body swayed, and I fell onto my back and
closed my eyes. I was drained of everything, all the pain, all
the suffering… my past and all the memories.
I felt… empty.
And numb.
I didn’t have to open my eyes to feel him. Maddox
settled on the cold grass and laid down beside me. I felt his
warm breath against my neck. He was really close.
I breathed in the fresh air, and there was a comfortable
silence between us. It lasted for a long time, and I soaked it
in, the warmth from his presence. Until Maddox broke the
silence.
“Tell me about your parents. How did they meet?” he
asked gently.
So, I did.
I told him about an unlikely love story.
“My mom was the only Hispanic in their neighborhood,
and all the other kids would pick on her. My dad was
apparently one of her bullies until she grabbed him one day
and slammed her lips against his then pulled back, looked
him straight in the eye and told him, ‘If you can't shut up,