We've been walking for more than forty minutes, definitely more, an hour maybe. It passed in utter silence. I refused to speak and Nikolas didn't seem to be big on conversations anyway. It's been long though, my feet ache, my chest hurts, my stomach is making all kinds of noises, tumbling up and down, in hunger, and nauseous. I am tired, I am exhausted, I am cold, hungry, and thirsty. "Can we take a break," I mumbled, my throat dry and I swallowed hard, rubbing a hand over it, trying to blunt the ache away as I heaved a strained breath out of my lungs. Nikolas paused in his steps, "I know you're tired but look-" He said, pointing at something behind me. I twirled around, looking at a distance across the road where a gas station can be clearly seen from over here, beside it stood a small building, two or three floors maybe, it had the word 'MOTEL' on its top in lightening colors but the letter E had its purple color flickering on and off, so it looked more like 'MOTL'.Oh, finally. I

Nikolas's POVGuilt could make a man like me do indescribable things. Anything, I was ready to do just anything, but didn't know what, or even how.The grief, the shame, and the sorrow tumbling down inside my chest, the chaos enveloping every part of my brain, it pulled me down, heavy, my mistakes are so heavy I could no longer carry them and move on with this life. Their weight had me dropping to my knees in front of her, hoping, wishing she could believe me for once, believe how sorry, how devastated I am, how even if she moved on, I'll never be able to.The man who did those horrible things to her, he wasn't totally me. He was the darkest most twisted part of my soul, the one like Isaac said, is still there, it will always be there, haunting me till the day I breathe my last.Guilt...it is the strongest feeling I've experienced, even more powerful than love itself. Isaac knew that, it's why he brought Cara here and not Natalie. He knew her mere presence was enough to break me down

Natalie's POVI woke up like three hours ago, yet I still refused to leave my bed. It's the weekend and for some reason, I ended up wide awake at six a.m., not that I am able to sleep well lately anyway.I've been going through the first stages of heartbreak like a pro. I am not sleeping, I am not eating. I just lay down in my bed and think. I zone out at every passing second of the day, even during my sessions, people talk and I silence their words, my mind drifting, thinking and yearning for two specific green eyes. Always wondering what he is doing; if he is okay. Is he eating? Is he sleeping? Or is he as relentless as I am?Massie snuggled closer to my side, seeking some attention and I couldn't get myself to pet her. My gaze focused on the ceiling, lost in my own head. Day-dreaming. Thinking of what could've been, reminiscing every moment we shared, even the smallest of them.The sound of the bell ringing had me shooting up from my laying position in shock, my eyes slightly grew