Page 109 of Killian De Luca

Outside the windows, you can see the stars shine bright.

How fucking ironic.

I force myself to look at Reign.

Reign looks so still and pale. She has wires attached to her everywhere and an oxygen mask over her nose and mouth. A tear rolls down my cheek as I kneel by her bedside and hold her limp hand in mine.

“Why, Reign?” I ask her as my thumb runs along her hand. The heart in my chest beats hard and fast as if it wants to go back inside her. I want nothing more than to rip these stitches and put her heart back inside her, where it belongs. “Why did you have to do this shit?” I ask as more tears fall from my eyes. “You weresupposed to let me die. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but fuck, Reign! You were supposed to let me die!” I yell at her still form.

She’s gone.

My Star is gone.

It hurts so much to the point where I would rather feel any other type of pain than this.

It would hurt way less.

All I want to do is punch something.

More specifically my dad.

He’s the one who made me go on this mission. I fell in love with her and then he made me try to kill her.

Who knew I’d fucking fall in love.

He is the reason I lived and turned into this.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Reign. I wish you never met me. I wish I never met you,” I cry to her, while still holding her hand. “I told you not to make me fall in love with you. Why?” I ask, as if she’ll fucking answer me. “I brought my tragedy into your life and for that I’m sorry. Love keeps can kill you while it keeps you alive to feel it.” I hold onto her hand and press my lips to her as my eyes close.

It’s quiet in the room with just Reign and I.

I look up at Reign but nothing about her changes. My eyes go to the white envelope next to her.

I pick it up and see my name on the front with stars surrounding my name.

Fifty-Three

Reign

Killian,

I want you to first know that I love you. That’s why I did what I did.

You made me genuinely happy and smile like I never have before and for that, I couldn’t be more grateful to have been able to learn about you, love you, hold you, and kiss you.

It’s been around six or so months since you saved me from the fire.

I remember looking into your eyes and I just knew you were damaged in a way. I knew you were going to destroy everything good and beautiful in my life and I let you.

I have fallen for you so hard that I didn’t think of the consequences or maybe I did a little bit, but I didn’t care.

I just wanted to be with you and love you and make you happy and I hope I did.

I remember telling you a few times that I wanted to do something great and meaningful before I go. I wanted to be able to make a huge impact on someone’s life and I guess I am.

I’m not mad at you, I could never be mad at you for not telling me what you were going through. I understand that you maybe wanted to pretend that things were okay for a while.

I only have a few minutes until I have to go into surgery. I’ve called my family and they’re on their way to try and stop me. The doctors are hopefully going to finish the procedure before they get here but I wanted to write this letter before I go.