The Day I Stopped Loving You
"What the hell does that make me?"
Before I could speak, Jason beat me to it.
His grip on my waist tightened as he pulled me closer, his voice icy, firm, unshakable.
"Fuck off, Vincent. You lost your chance a long time ago. Now leave me and my fiancee alone."
And then, in front of Vincent, he kissed me. Not just a kiss—but a claim. A promise.
Vincent had spent his entire life believing I would always love him.
That no matter what, I would wait.