Leilani.
The room smelled of gloom and death.
And ash.
A lot of it.
There was no fire. No smoke and definitely no ash. Just a bed standing in the middle of the room like something straight out of a horror movie. Beside it was a large folder, a laptop and some bottles of medicine… and on the bed was a man.
A man who was more than a friend. More than a lover and was the only thing I had close to family for the past five years.
My breath hitched in my throat when despite all the noise… and all the chaos, he still wouldn't move an inch. Hell, he was as stiff as a statue and as cold as the glaciers in Antarctica— and I know this because I brushed my fingers over his chin, shuddering slightly when that sent chills down my spine.
"Jarek…" My voice was cold and small. It sounded like it had come from a hundred miles away. It had scratched its way right through the deepest darkest depths of my heart and wrung its way out of me.
