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And it works.
Incredibly fucking well.
“I thought about it.”
“So why didn’t you?”
“Because a part of me liked her. A lot.”
“And she loved you,” he adds, shaking his head. “Love is addicting. It’s one of those things we should all steer clear of.” He looks back to the snoring woman.
“I’m all in and don’t plan to leave it,” Zuko states, not an ounce of regret in his tone.
“Alaska is good for you,” I say.
Zuko meets my eyes in the rearview mirror and nods. He knows I like Alaska for him. She’s good for him and a little fucked-up, just like him. But good, nonetheless.
“Not us, brother,” Kenzo says, referring to the two of us. “You tried love and failed. And now she married someone else.”
His words hit me hard.
I wanted to love Lilly. I did. But for some reason, I couldn’t. Not the type of love people talk about and not the type of love Lilly needed.
But then again, maybe I don’t deserve that type of love.
Four
Kalilah
My head hurts.
That’s the first thing that comes to mind when I wake. The second thing I notice is that the floor isn’t cold. When I drink too much, I always end up waking up on something cold. Managing to open one of my eyes, I see something black in front of me but it’s blurry. My hands move, and I feel leather beneath my fingers.
Where am I?
I feel the effects of the alcohol in me. Am I still drunk?
Shit. I stole that bottle from a shop and ran. I was on the way back to my shitty motel, which I am about to lose soon.
And then I remember him.
What happened after I saw him?
Managing to sit up, I realize I’m in a car. Whose fucking car am I in? I reach for the door, but my arms are heavy and don’t want to cooperate.
Stupid alcohol.
That’s when I look out the window. And I wish I didn’t. I wish I’d stayed asleep on the car seat and didn’t sit up.
Because what is before me is not something I wish to see, or even hear, for that matter.
It’s dark outside, but the car’s headlights are trained on the man who sat next to me at the wedding. Kyson leans down and kisses the head of a man who is covered in blood before standing up and taking a step back. As he does, someone who looks like Kyson but different steps forward and raises a gun. He shoots. A scream rips from my mouth, and I scramble backward, but my back hits the door handle, causing me to hiss out a pained breath. Turning, I claw at the door, panic rising up my throat. Shit! It won’t open. It has some sort of child lock, so I turn to try the other door, but when I glance back out the window, three sets of eyes are firmly fixated on me.
Quickly, I look away and climb through to the front of the car. I manage to get the front door open with grabby hands, and then I fall out onto the ground. My hands hit the hard gravel, but I’m too panicked to react to the sting. Plus, I’m pretty sure I just ripped my dress.
Fuck.
