Chapter 124\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tristan Pov\u00a0<\/p>\n
31%2\u00a0<\/p>\n
The last few weeks had been complete torture. Every day felt like walking through broken glass barefoot, each step more painful than the last\u00a0<\/p>\n
It had gotten worse after what happened between Athena and me, so much worse that some mornings I couldn\u2019t bring myself to get out of bed\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tactually couldn\u2019t explain what had happened that night, why I said what said. Even now, thinking about it made my chest tight with shame and self\u2013loathing. That was the most horrible thing anyone could do to another person, and that\u2019s exactly why I hadn\u2019t tried to explain myself afterward,\u00a0<\/p>\n
What explanation could possibly make it better? What words could undo the damage I\u2019d done?\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019d gone out that night to have a drink, like I always did when the depression got too heavy to carry alone. And God, I reall apartment felt emptier than it had ever felt before, even emptier than those first awful weeks after losing less.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t know if it was because Athena wasn\u2019t around anymore, but I found myself wandering through rooms that still smell touching surfaces she\u2019d touched, missing her presence in ways that confused and terrified me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
et shampon,\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019d started wishing that night that Jess hadn\u2019t died. If she hadn\u2019t died, maybe wouldn\u2019t be missing Athena so much. Maybe I wouldn\u2019t feel this gnawing emptiness that seemed to eat me alive from the inside out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But even as I thought it, I couldn\u2019t decide who I was really missing. I just knew there was this vast, aching void in my chest that nothing seemed to fill.\u00a0<\/p>\n
So I\u2019d gone out to my usual bar and ordered shot after shot. It takes a lot of alcohol to get me drunk \u2013 werewolf metabolism burns through it too\u00a0<\/p>\n
quickly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But that night, I\u2019d been determined. I mixed everything they had behind that bar and downed it all in one go. It took hours to really get wasted, but I\u2019d\u00a0<\/p>\n
been committed to the process.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And that\u2019s where it all went wrong.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As the alcohol took hold, something strange started happening. I\u2019d always told myself I was missing Jess, that the pain in my chest was grief for my\u00a0<\/p>\n
dead mate. But that night, as I sat there drowning in whiskey and self\u2013pity, I started seeing Athena everywhere.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In every woman who walked past, in every laugh that carried across the room in every flash of dark hair caught in my peripheral vision. It was like my drunken brain couldn\u2019t stop searching for her, couldn\u2019t stop wanting to see her face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I needed to see her before I lost what was left of my sanity. So I\u2019d driven recklessly to her apartment, probably breaking every traffic law in existence. The moment she opened that door, it felt like all the emptiness in my chest simply disappeared.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was there. She was real. She was looking at me with those beautiful eyes that had haunted my dreams for years.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But then, as I was telling her how much I\u2019d missed her, Jess\u2019s face had appeared in my mind like a ghost. The guilt crashed over me in waves \u2013 guilt for being in another woman\u2019s arms, guilt for wanting someone who wasn\u2019t my mate, guilt for betraying the memory of the woman I was supposed to love\u00a0<\/p>\n
forever.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t know how Jess\u2019s name had come out of my mouth instead of Athena It just slipped out, like my subconscious was punishing me for daring to feel something real for someone else.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But deep in my heart, even as I spoke another woman\u2019s name, Athena was the one I truly missed. Athena was the one I\u2019d needed to see, to touch, to\u00a0<\/p>\n
hold.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Memories Drifted Into Soft Silence by Kyx Frost 124 Chapter 124\u00a0 Tristan Pov\u00a0 31%2\u00a0 The last few weeks had been […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[77],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-26281","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-second-gear-of-love-novel"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26281","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=26281"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26281\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=26281"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=26281"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=26281"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}