Jimmy's POV
I open the door, knowing deep down—but still hoping—that maybe he's home. The apartment greets me with silence.
I search everywhere: his room, the balcony, the bathroom. Nothing. He isn't here.
A heavy sigh escapes me as I collapse onto the bed. I'm tired. Not from work, but from Dane—his routine, his lifestyle, the way he chooses to live. No matter how hard I try to pull him closer, to take him out of this trashy life, he refuses. And it hurts.
A tear slips down my cheek. I hate myself for loving him this much. Why do I love him like crazy when he doesn't even know what love is? He doesn't understand family, doesn't understand relationships.
I already gave up on him two years ago. At least, I told myself I did. But my heart never stopped thinking about him, and my mind never let him go. So I tried again. I thought maybe this time he would change, maybe he'd leave behind his bad habits.
