Jaiâs.
A flare of pain rushes through me and Iâm about to rush over and snatch it from his hand when he speaks.
âThis is him, isnât it? The man I killed.â
My eyes flash, pain and guilt coursing through me. âYeah, it is. Forgotten what he looks like?â I ask coldly, snatching the picture from him, my heart thundering.
âI killed many in that battle. They were but a number⦠I never remember the faces of those I kill, anyway. They end up all looking the sameâ¦
âYeah, a killer with no remorse,â I say bitterly, feeling angrier at myself than at him. He killed Jai and Iâm here watching movies and offering him coffee. I gaze down at Jaiâs face, my heart breaking.
Iâm so sorryâ¦.
âHe didnât love you enough.â
His words gut me and it feels as if I have been slapped across my face.
âHe didnât, or he would have been right here with you.â
âBecause you killed him!â I snarl, closing the gap between us and pushing him with everything I have.
He staggers back a little, but heâs still as emotionless and unbothered as always. âYou clearly donât care! Youâre just a murderer!â
âSure⦠I knew you were pretty clueless when it came to war and battle, but I didnât realise youâre so uneducated on the matter. Deaths happen⦠just the way you all blew up hundreds of men who had no choice but to join in⦠I donât see you and your people being called killers for that, right?â
âYou attacked us! We defended!â I scream, feeling my blood boil.
âYeah, sure. But believe me or not, he didnât love you enough or he would have been here.â
âHe died protecting someone! Heâs a hero, and heâs selfless. He didnât bother about himself! Unlike you, he put others first!â I spit.
âAs I said, his duty and conscience were more important than you⦠that was proved when he willingly sacrificed himself for a man who had no one anyway,â
âHugh has Zaia!â I snarl.
âYeah⦠and she has her man, her kids and her dad now. Lucky her. Who do you have?â
Each sentence is hitting me like a punch in the stomach.
âI have my friends and family, too.â I snarl.
He now advances on me, his good eye glimmering.
âHe may have saved Toussaint, but he left you to suffer, alone.â
âHe didnât⦠heâ¦â my eyes blur with tears, the pain of losing Jai always remained but I canât deny that heâs saying the things that deep down in my moments of darkest grief have gnawed at me. âWhen I was in a coma, he looked after me. He me.â
didnât have to, but he did!â
His hand wraps around my throat, but Iâm not afraid of him as i glare at him with rage and hurt. Why is he so calm?
How can he even think like that? The pain inside of me is almost crippling.
âYeah, because deep down the guilt of cheating on you remained,â he whispers almost mockingly before he scoffs. âThink whatever you want, but the truth is, if a man canât put you before the world, then he is nothing more than a hero who didnât deserve love.â
âExactly, heâs a hero! Thatâs something you will never be!â I hiss, glaring up at him. âJai would have died for me.â
âYouâre right, Iâll never be like him, cus I wouldnât want to be⦠like you said, heâd die for you. The thing is, Little Mate, what good am I to you dead?â 2 âYou donât-â
âIâll show myself out,â he whispers before he lets go of me and leaves.
My heart is pounding as I stand there, hearing the patio door shut as I close my eyes. My emotions are an inferno within me.
I drop onto the floor, looking at the picture of Jai. His brilliant blue eyes gaze back at me until my tears blur them away.
I loved you Jai⦠but how is it that something inside of me is pulling me towards your killer?
Life is hard.
Death is harder.
But love? Love is the hardest.
VALERIE.