The second chance love

Jeanre Putter Romance

Tristan

I remember feeling angry, so damn angry, but I didn't want to hurt her, well not in the physical sense. I wanted her to feel the emotional pain I felt when I found her pushed up against the railing, her hands on his chest, his lips against hers. I was wrecked and didn't think straight. I refused to listen to her excuse, only later realizing that it was pleas. Instead of listening to her like I should have, I pushed her, right over the railing of my father's yacht and into the endless depth of the ocean, her head hitting the side of the yacht hard enough to leave a stain of blood. That is all I see for the next five years, every time I close my eyes. I don't see her face, my subconscious mind knowing that I don't deserve to ever remember her beauty, only the damage I caused.

Her body was never found, even after weeks of searching. I thought she was dead and I lived with that guilt until I found her again waiting for me to show her my life, healthy and even more beautiful than I remembered, but the Carly I knew was long gone and the new Carly has no memory of me. Or of anything that made her the girl I once knew. I know I should leave her be, but walking away from the woman that has haunted me for years, seems to be impossible.

Riley

I have no memory of my life before the island. Well, that is a lie, I do remember Him. Not his name or even the sound of his voice or what role he played in my life before I woke up in the makeshift hospital on Formentera, an Island in Spain. I wish I could tell you that I even knew my name, or at least who my parents where, but I don't. Not even a flicker of a memory. But I know He must have had a big role to play in my past, if it is only his face that I see every time I close my eyes. He is breathtaking, but his eyes are always filled with pain and anger.
I was happy to never know who the boy is that haunts my dreams, but when I come face to face with the man, I knew there was a reason he was haunting me. He is my doom, even though he looks like my salvation.

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