[Fineon’s POV] Why am I here? Why did I even bother coming? Was I a glutton for punishment or something? Feeling my heart squeeze painfully, I stare up at the mansion where my first and only love lives. Inside I’m sure she is somewhere smiling and laughing, but that smile and that laughter aren’t

[Fineon’s POV] The world around me sways as I chug the burning liquid that still rests in my cup. This is drink number eight, maybe nine? I don’t know and frankly I don’t give a damn. As long as they keep doing the job of numbing my emotions they could keep coming! "Another," I announce, fixing my

As the words leave my lips, I can feel all the feelings I held close to my heart for so many years slowly slipping away. There was a lot I could forgive, but this was too much. "For so many years." I rasp, feeling tears spring to my eyes. "For years I waited for you. I waited as you didn’t hide you

"Not a child?" Dad repeats, narrowing his gaze. "I don’t give a damn how old you get, you’ll always be my child, understood? And as such, when someone hurts you, they hurt me and need to be dealt with properly." At his words, my heart gives a tug, and I find myself torn. "Uh..." Cyrus says, remind

[Fineon's POV]I pace in front of the large mansion that is brightly lit for the night's event. Again, I find myself wondering why exactly I even came here.'To beg forgiveness.' Franz growls, not bothering to hide his disgust. 'Like you should have done before she walked out that door!'Cursing und