Lucas Hunter
THE FLOOD OF TEARS Steam filled the bathroom. I sat in the bathtub, the warm water covering my body, but I felt nothing except the coldness in my heart. He stood by the doorway, blocking the way out. His chest heaved with anger and pain. "You can't hide in there forever!" he shouted. "Look at me! We need to talk!" I didn't move. I just stared at the water. "There is nothing left to say," I whispered. "You hurt me. Now leave me alone." He stepped closer, fists clenched tight. "I'm not leaving!" he roared desperately. "Not until you tell me you still love me! Don't shut me out like this!" I finally lifted my eyes, looking straight at him through the mist. "You broke me," I said coldly. "And you can't fix it just by standing there and yelling." He wanted to rush in, but he was afraid. We were trapped—him in the cold, me drowning in water. Two people who loved each other, but couldn't stop hurting one another.
About Lucas Hunter
THE FLOOD OF TEARS Steam filled the bathroom. I sat in the bathtub, the warm water covering my body, but I felt nothing except the coldness in my heart. He stood by the doorway, blocking the way out. His chest heaved with anger and pain. "You can't hide in there forever!" he shouted. "Look at me! We need to talk!" I didn't move. I just s...Read more