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Chapter Eighteen- Shadows
Aaron’s POV There is something they never tell you about heartache. It has the ability to slow time. It makes those moments of vulnerability and neglect, even abandonment, that much deeper. Every breath is sharper and each regret, more prominent, until the only thing left is that overwhelming need to self medicate. I watched Ronan do this with alcohol since I could remember. The guilt of what he had done to our camp found in the hidden recess of his pensive daydreaming. And I simply took a page from his book. Drowning myself in the numbness of whiskey that let me sleep and see her again. Touch her in the only way I could. It produced a useless cycle more painful than it was beneficial, but I savored it nonetheless. “AARON!” A desperate voice pleaded at the front door of the cabin. I rec
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