Michael's POV
As Allyson disappeared through the doorway, I remained paralyzed in place, torn between running after her and staying put.
I chose to stay.
Even though it felt like razor blades were slicing through my ribcage, shredding everything inside.
The expression she wore when she left - Christ, that image would be burned into my memory forever.
Pure anguish flooding her features while tears carved paths down her face.
I caused that devastation.
All because I allowed my feelings to obliterate every rational thought in my head.
Over a damn photograph. One that should never have earned my trust.
I exploded without thinking. Without evidence. Without offering her any faith whatsoever.
I allowed it to corrupt everything between us. Permitted doubt to devour me from within. Let rage control my actions - and what now? Jesus, what if I just obliterated the only meaningful connection I possessed?
