Ryan had been trying hard to focus, but no matter how much he tried, his thoughts would not let him.
Again and again, his mind returned to one thing —Arwen.
How he failed her.
How he lost the only chance he had to make things right.
If only he hadn't been selfish …
If only he had made her his priority, just once …
Maybe then, he would have something —anything —to hold onto. Something that would allow him to lift his head and say he loved Arwen the way no one else could.
But now?
He couldn't even look at himself in the mirror without shame creeping into his chest.
Brenda's words were ringing in his ears —relentless, unforgiving —reminding him just how undeserving he was of Arwen.
Unable to escape the growing storm within, he rubbed his hand over his face, frustration thick in every breath.
