The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 392

"Why are you ignoring me?"

She asked, falling into her usual whiny, demanding tone. "I've been waiting here forever, and you won't even look at me."

"Isn't tonight my birthday party? Everyone is waiting. Come dance the first dance with me, please?"

Watching her stand right in front of him.

The tears that had dried in his bloodshot eyes broke free once more.

Trembling, he reached out his right hand, desperate to touch her cheek, to hold her hand.

"I'm right here."

His voice was incredibly tender, tears cascading down his face. "I'm not ignoring you. I've been looking at you the whole time."

His fingers stretched forward.

They passed right through the phantom light, touching absolutely nothing.

Only the cold air slipped through his fingers.

A catastrophic agony ripped his soul apart. Pulling his right hand back, he slowly lowered it, eventually clasping his hand over the inside of his left wrist.

Hidden beneath the cuff of his shirt was a jagged six-inch scar.

The twisted, healed flesh stood out sharply, a brutal disruption to his otherwise smooth skin.

Digging the thumb of his right hand into the old wound, he pressed down with brutal force.

His nail bit into the thick scar tissue, trying to use the blinding physical pain to distract from his shattered heart.

"Giselle, it hurts so much..."

Dropping his head against his knees, he let out a guttural sob like a dying animal.

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