When the Star and Moon No Longer Meet
After Ryan Spencer cheated on me again with his secretary, I completely lost it.
When my mind started to spiral, I grabbed the fruit knife off the table. I just wanted it to end.
“Why are you hurting yourself again? He doesn’t love you anymore?”
I looked up.
The sixteen-year-old Ryan was walking toward me, heartbreak written all over his face. His voice was gentle.
“Tell me who he is. I’ll make him pay.”
I stared into the bright, earnest eyes of the boy standing in front of me.
I didn’t say a word.
I simply lifted my hand and pointed at his face.
Later, Ryan was the one who had me admitted to a psychiatric hospital.
When the sedative began to wear off, the teenage boy appeared again, sitting by my bed.
He stared at the man outside who looked just like him. The light in his eyes faded little by little.
Then he spoke, his voice strained.
“I don’t care who he is. I’ll kill him.”
The sixteen-year-old Ryan never lied to me.
When he said something, he meant it.