Chapter 23
“You goddamn bastard” He punched me in the face.
I had amotions I needed to vent too, so I fiarcaly punched back: “What the hell are you, some kind of saint?”
Kavin sneered: “That’s right, I’m no saint, I still wanted her, I missed out on ten years with a great girl, and I regret it. So
what?”
“James, do you know how much I envied you back then? I never had her, I hurt her, I thought you were different, but you turned out to be such an asshole!”
“She was with you for three years, not three days, and this is how you treat her?”
I slumped to the ground, unable to imagine how she must have felt hearing me say those things.
She must have been heartbroken, which is why she silently ran away from the wedding
She didn’t leave me a single word.
But as I was leaving the wedding venue in a daze, I received a gift commissioned three years ago.
It was by my favorite artist
In the picture, all was quiet. A slender girl crouched on the ground, her eyes brimming with tears, looking up at a boy holding on umbrella.
That was us at twenty–throa
It was commissioned by Emily when she was twenty–five, on the day we become official
After three years, it finally reached my hands.
The card read: [This is a gift from 25–year–old Emily to future James. Perhaps at that moment, I heard the sound of my heart skipping a boat.]
I hold the painting, sobbing uncontrollably.
Would the twenty–three–year–old James want to kill his twenty–eight–year–old self?
