Chapter 45

Nightmare

Pov: Winston.

This trip was slowly turning into a nightmare. I felt like shit the next morning and acted even shittier to anyone that vexed me in the slightest.

I had anticipated that this trip would bring us together, would give us a breath of fresh air that we both desperately needed, but all it was doing was driving a wedge between us and pulling us even farther apart.

"Mr Winston!" I froze.

And thawed.

And kept on walking.

"Mr Winston, sir!"

I squeezed my eyes shut.

Was I imagining this? Was I imagining her voice? Was it not enough that I stayed up all night, the sound of her gut–wracking sobs, tormenting me. Torturing me. The fact that I was the one that had caused this... The one that had caused all of this. The one that was bringing her pain.

I should stay away. I should avoid her. I should keep my distance to secure her peace of mind. To not hurt her anymore. I should... I must.

But how can I do that when she's intent on haunting me. When her voice keeps replaying i