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We’re all flawed in an imperfect world.

I sigh, fighting more tears. All I want is to tell Jace I’m sorry, to wrap my arms around him and lay my head on his chest. I need to feel him and know he knows how sorry I am for what I’ve done.

Finally, knowing what I need to do more than anything is go home, I circle back to Owen’s apartment.

The moment I step through the main door, all hell breaks loose outside and a downpour begins, the rain pelting angrily against the windows.

I jog up the steps and into Owen’s apartment.

It’s silent, and it doesn’t take me long to figure out he’s not there.

I hesitate for a moment, looking around.

I ran away thinking I needed to find myself again, when the whole time who I am and who I was is back home.

Jace.

I have to get home to him. This isn’t where I belong.

I rush into the bedroom and pack my stuff. There isn’t much so it doesn’t take me long.

When I finish I try to find a flight out.

But because my luck is shit, there’s nothing until tomorrow at noon.

I’m not happy about it, but I book it anyway.

I feel bad for Owen, my coming here couldn’t have been easy on him and I probably gave him false hope of something more. But Owen’s not the man I’m in love with. He doesn’t make me lose my breath or forget my name.

Only one man can do that.

I know I can’t stay here tonight. It’s only one night, but it’s not fair to him, or me, or even Jace for me to stay here another night.

I book a hotel and write a quick note to Owen.

I’m sorry. I can’t stay here. I’m going home tomorrow.

I’m sure you hate me, and I hope one day you can forgive me.

Nova

I stare at my note for a moment before laying it on the counter where he’ll see it.

I grab my bags and head downstairs. I set my bags down and open the door.

It’s still pouring down rain, the sky dark and stormy, and then, there, in the middle of the street, appearing like a mirage, is Jace.

I stare.

And I stare some more.

Then I blink.

He’s still there.

I rub my eyes.

He’s there.

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