Eric's POV — "The One I Let Go"
I still do everything myself.
Every bottle packed, every onesie folded, every list checked twice hand-packed at the ins and outs of my life. Not just for my child, but for this ache inside me I've carried like a second heart.
I've been off-center for a while now. Unstable, if I'm being honest.
I pretend like I've moved on like the breakup didn't break me but truth is, I haven't been okay since the day she walked out.
We ended it less than a year ago, but something in me never truly let go. Maybe I didn't fight hard enough. Maybe I thought I was doing the right thing. But now? Now, I want her back. So damn bad it hurts.
Ever since I laid eyes on her again, I knew.
There's something about her. The way she moves, the way she speaks hell, even the way she argues with me. It used to light a fire in me, one I mistook for hatred. But it wasn't hate.
It was never hate.
