May We Never Meet Again
Without another word, he turned and began walking away, his steps steady as he carried out the instruction.
Nathan remained standing at the gate, alone once more.
The sunlight pressed against his skin, the heat settling into his bones, but he didn’t move.
His lips trembled slightly, his breathing uneven, his heart heavy with everything he could not undo.
Still, his voice came out, quiet but firm, directed toward the closed gate, toward the woman behind it.
“Charlotte, I’ll never give up on you. Not anymore. I’m going to make you mine again.”