I stare out my office window, my mind replaying this morningâs scene. Aria standing in the living room with her suitcase in hand, telling me sheâs leaving. I knew it was coming, but it didnât make it hurt any less.
I knew I was losing her, and all along, I knew I only had myself to blame. I pushed her away, and I did it knowingly. Every time she looked at me, silently begging me to kiss her, to hold her. Every time she wore something sexy, just to get a reaction out of me. Every one of those times, my non-response was speaking louder than any words I could say.
It fucking killed me to watch her walk out the door, but what right do I have to ask her to stay? She might be hurting now, but she wonât for long. A girl like her⦠she isnât for me. I donât deserve her. I never did, but even less so now.
I canât even touch her without hurting her. If itâs this bad now, how much worse will it get through the years? Over time, I might truly become like my father, and I need Aria out of harmâs way. Iâd never forgive myself if I hurt her again. Watching her clutching her throat, tears in her eyes, all because I couldnât hold back? That can never happen again.
Itâs not just physically that Iâm hurting her. I canât even fulfill her emotional needs. I canât put her fears to rest, I canât take away her insecurities. Aria needs someone that can love her fearlessly, someone that can touch her without holding back, make her feel as beautiful as she is, and that can never be me.
âGrayson?â
I look up to find Elliot standing in my doorway, his expression torn. He steps aside, and I freeze.
âIda?â
She nods and hesitates before walking into my office. Elliot steps back and closes the door behind him. I sit up, surprised to find her here.
âGrayson,â she says, and I stare at her wide-eyed. Iâve never once heard her say my name. âI named you that, you know?â
I look away, unsure of how to reply. I see her fidget in my peripheral vision, and I force a polite smile onto my face. âWhat brings you here?â I ask, gesturing toward the seat opposite me.
She inhales deeply, almost as though sheâs bracing herself. âNyx,â she says, and I tense. âShe messaged me this morning to let me know my case is officially considered resolved on her platform.â The mere mention of her makes my heart squeeze together in a way it never has before. My heart has only ever beat for her.
âI asked to meet her a few weeks ago, to thank her for helping with my case, and she told me it isnât her I should be thanking. She told me what youâve done for me, and I had no idea, Grayson. I didnât know. Iâm sorry it took me so long to finally gather the courage to come see you. Words will never be able to express how grateful I am, and how incredibly sorry I am for everything I said to you.â
I stare at her in surprise, and she smiles shakily. âItâs okay,â I tell her. âI never intended for you to find out. You donât need to thank me. Itâs the least I could do.â
She shakes her head and places her hands on my desk. âYouâre wrong, Grayson. You didnât owe me a thing. You didnât know me, and I you. You were an innocent child, brought into the world against your will, and I took my pain and helplessness out on you. I never even considered how my actions then, or my words now, would affect you. Iâve been selfish through and through, and if not for Nyx, Iâd never have realized it. Grayson, you saved me. I donât even dare ask for your forgiveness, because Nyx was right. I donât deserve a son like you. Iâm so sorry, Grayson. Iâm sorry, and Iâm grateful that you have her in your life. The love she so clearly has for you⦠Iâm grateful that you have that, that you have .â
I grimace and clench my jaw, the pain almost overwhelming me. â
,â I murmur. âNyx⦠she left.â
Ida freezes and looks at me with raised brows. âImpossible. Why?â
I smile humorlessly and look into her eyes. âBecause you were right. Iâm a monster, and darkness does follow everything I touch. The woman you know as Nyx⦠sheâs all thatâs good in life, and I canât taint her, I canât dim her shine. I canât risk hurting her.â
Ida leans back in her seat, her gaze piercing. âShe left⦠and you let her go?â
I nod, my eyes falling closed as I try my best to stay in control of my feelings. Fuck. I never expected it to hurt this badly.
When I open my eyes again, I find Ida staring at me. Iâm startled when she smiles at me.
âIf you were the monster you think you are, youâd have chained her to you. Youâd have kept her trapped, whether she liked it or not. But you didnât, did you?â
I shake my head. âI wanted to⦠but I canât. I canât do that to her. Never her.â
âSo you put her happiness above your own?â
I nod, and Ida stares at me. âAre you sure?â she asks, and I frown. âWhen you let her go, were you putting her happiness first, or were you caving in to your fears? The woman I spoke to would have burned down the world for you, Grayson. Thereâs no way leaving would have made her happier than being with you.â
I stare at her and blink in confusion. Ida rises from her seat and smiles at me. âYouâre no monster, Grayson. Youâre nothing like the man that conceived you. I was wrong. Iâve never been more wrong about anything in my life. Everything you did for me, never expecting me to find out⦠It means youâre a far better person than I will ever be. I donât know if Iâll ever have the honor of getting to know you, but even if I donât, I can tell you this much: Iâm proud of you. Iâm proud of the man you became despite the way I abandoned you.â
Ida picks up her bag and stares down at her feet before looking back at me, a conflicted expression on her face. She takes a sticky note out of her bag and sticks it onto my desk. âThis is my phone number,â she murmurs. âAfter everything I did, everything I said⦠Iâd understand if you want nothing to do with me. But if you ever change your mind, Iâll be here, waiting. Iâve made countless mistakes in my life, but nothing will ever be as bad as abandoning you twice. Once when you were a baby, and then again when you found me at work.â
I stare at the sticky note in surprise as she walks to the door, turning back to me. âPut her happiness first, Grayson. Just now you told me you canât risk hurting her, but isnât that exactly what youâre doing right now? Itâs listening to my words that brought you harm, so I shouldnât ask you to listen to me again, but please do. Please donât let her go because you believed what I said in spite. Please donât let my moment of despair rob you of the love of your life. Iâve already taken too much from you â donât let me take more. You know who you are.â
She smiles and walks out the door, leaving me staring after her. Her words keep repeating over and over in my mind, a small seed of hope sprouting deep within me.