To Love is To Let Go
But the photos on the wall—photos of the two of them together—had been ripped apart, the frames shattered.
And the letters she had once written to him, pages filled with quiet affection, were now nothing but ash.
Just like Bella herself—gone without a trace.
There was a time when he had told her, again and again, not to love him.
And now that she finally didn't, he regretted everything.
Maybe this really was what he deserved.
Seth let out a hollow laugh, mocking himself.
He looked around the room where they'd once laughed together, where her presence used to fill every corner—and felt pain that cut straight through the bone.