°•♡Chapter 115~ The Last Piece of Me

《》Ansel’s POV

It was a cold night. The onset of what was to be a cruel winter. The wind howled in my ears. It was sharp, but not as sharp as the way Aria looked at me.

Betrayal. Disappointment. Hurt so deep it almost made me look away. Almost.

I didn’t mean for it to be like this. None of it. But here we were—her in the dark with that glare, Ronan at her side like a wall I’d never get past again.

“Why, Ansel?” Aria’s voice was steady, but I could hear it cracking underneath. “Why are you choosing this?” she looked like she already knew the answer but a part of her was still finding it hard to believe.

I swallowed hard. My mind was a mess of excuses, all the reasons I’d repeated to myself so many times they begun to sound like the truth. It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t start this. I had no choice. She made me.

But saying them out loud? In front of her? They’d sound hollow.

“You think I wanted this?” I finally said, my voice sharp. “You think I woke up one day and thought, I’ll just