AARÓN CONNOR.

ITALY.

꘎♡━━━━━━━♡꘎*

My eyes glance at the piece of cloth tied around my leg. It’s unnecessary—I heal fast—but these little gestures are typical of her. I let it go because I’d rather this than never have her by my side again.

She runs toward me, soaked in water, trembling like jelly, droplets glistening on her skin under the moonlight.

“Come with me,” she whispers, her teeth chattering. “Aaron, you have to believe me. I didn’t do it.” Her voice cracks with tears, and her hands s