Chapter Nineteen

Emily Collins.

Mistakes.

They were crazy.

And obsessive, always in your mind, reminding you about how mad you've messed everything up, always.

It was a never ending thing with my mind, always debating and fighting and messing me up on the inside. I never regretted my mistake but I owned up to it, but never regret, until last night— of course after seeing him again after all these years and the way he just. . . left like that.

Tiredness, thick and heavy, coursed throughout me.

Last night, that meeting with him, it had really drained a lot of my energy, I'll admit that much.

Archer's letting legs and feet were swinging back and forth and he kept humming a familiar beat underneath his breath as he sat on the counter and watched me make him warm honeyed milk with a pinch of ginger in it but I didn't tell him th