Chapter 82

Finn

Morning has come and washed away yet another piece of my tormented soul. Inside the walls of this room, I'm sinking a little closer to hell with every breath that I take.

My sister should be here.

And I should be dead.

I don't have a good reason for living, and yet, the little wolf with drool glistening on her petite lips has somehow given me purpose—oh, Maya, if only I could tell you how I feel.

My heart is a sinking ship, overwhelmed by ocean waves and without a sight of land. And you're the person resting your head in the crook of my neck, touching me with your icy hands, and making the world seem brighter in the dark. You make vulnerable—you're the stars, and the sky combined—you're a masterpiece, and I'm terrified because I know you can't stay in my world forever.

I stare at the floor, wishing I was a better person. "And you might hate me after I've told you my story. I'm a terrible person…"

Maya stirs on top of my chest. She is the woman of my dreams and too damn cute