“Without a doubt 5 stars and my favorite read to date from Zoey Drake! ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐⭐️” – Goodreads Review
It’s been four years since one night changed our lives…
I lost my heart, my soul, the love of my life.
She left without a word and never gave me a chance to explain.
Was I mad? Hell yeah.
But I never stopped loving her.
So I wrote her a letter, and then another one, and then another…
Now she’s back again and I can’t help the feelings I’m having. Just like before, she’s the oxygen in my lungs and the sun in my sky.
Except, she’s hell bent on never giving me another chance.
Four years ago, Remington made one decision that changed our future.
It hurt too much to relive that night over and over again, so I ran.
I went to the city and started over, ignoring all things Remington.
But after losing my job, I have no choice but to move home.
Back to Moonshine Springs.
Back to where my heart was shattered into a million pieces.
He seems to think we stand a chance, that we can move on and be something to each other once again.
I’m not so sure I can trust him, though.
Or that I’m willing to risk the pain that comes with loving Remington.
All I can do is agree to finally read his letters and see if my heart survives.
How is it possible to need someone so bad I can’t breathe, but also hate them so much it hurts? I hate him, but I love him. Loving him is the last thing I want to do, but I can’t help it. I’m unconsciously drawn to him.
This is why I ran, but being back here is challenging me. I didn’t sleep last night and I wonder how many sleepless nights will happen back-to-back because I can’t shut off my brain or the feelings flooding the crevices of my brain each time he materializes.
My body wants him, subconsciously reaching out to him unwarranted. My soul cries out, demanding I read his letters because it misses its best friend, his soul. My heart is black and blue.
The engine turns off and we sit in silence for a moment, unmoving. I’m frozen to my seat, not making eye contact, but then I peer over. I wait for him to move first. Two minutes later, I watch as he gets out. The empty seat beside me where he was sitting is unattended.