Page 107 of When We Fall: Part Two
Not if I marry you first, Foxy!
Red pigtails. So many curls. Laughter. Our treehouse. Her songs.
Our first kiss all those years ago.
Our second kiss when I finally won her back.
Bubble baths.
Pizza and movie nights.
Making love to her.
Watching her eyes light up as I handed her my notebook to read.
I love you, Rosie.
I love you so fucking much, baby.
“I’m dying anyway,” I whispered aloud, my voice trembling. “I-I’m sorry I couldn’t give you a better world. I’ll find you in our next life. I swear it to you. Rosie… Rosie!” I wept, crying out her name. “Rosie! Meet me on the mountaintop. Please! PLEASE! My Rosie… My Rosie… I’m sorry, baby. I’m s-sorry…”
And I pushed the button. The coin buzzed in my hand, sending soft vibrations through my arm as I tightened my fist around it.
Fuck this place, and fuck Everett Church.
Hell was coming for him, and it wore a fucking De Santis nametag.
THIRTY-TWO
ENZO
Istared down at Dominic De Santis in bed with Rosalie. She was curled against his body, dried tears on her face. His arm was wrapped tightly around her.
“That’s fucked,” Cole muttered, coming to stand next to me.
I said nothing.
I felt… nothing.
Cole reached out to wake them, but I grabbed his arm. He looked over at me, his blue eyes filled with confusion.
“Leave them,” I whispered.
“He’s fucking canoodling our girl?—”
“Leave them,” I repeated.
Cole visibly swallowed before following me out of her bedroom. I hadn’t even wanted to go in there to start with. I hated looking at her. She was wasting away. She looked sick.
She’d been shot, for sure, but losing Fox and E was killing her slowly.
And it was all my fault.
This guilt was consuming me. I was hitting dead ends on repeat. There was just nothing. No rumors. No gloating. Just silence. Just the painful, gut-wrenching unknown.
And Fox’s words on repeat in my head.
“One of us is going to get hurt or worse. Then what? Will it have been worth the climb?”
