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They waited for each other until fate cruelly separated them. No communication, no updates, nothing. They yearned for one another for years.

She tried to find him, but to no avail. He tried to find her, only to see her seemingly happy, so he moved on. But the feelings they held never faded.

Years passed, and he became untraceable. She grew weary and stopped trying. Yet, she lived every day thinking he was still out there. Every man she met couldn’t compare to him. He was the standard by which she measured all others.

Then, another year went by. She received a heartbreaking message. He had died. He had died while preparing to see her after finding her again. A car accident took him away.

She stood in her room, staring at her phone. She prayed it wasn’t real, hoping it was fake news. But it wasn’t. It was real, and she cried. She never expected a text like this. She had always wished for an update, but not this one.

It’s ideal she was here the whole time. Now I can keep her up here all night and fuck the jealousy out of her. I affectionately nudge my nose against hers. “I’ll be gentle.”

Her teeth sink into my bottom lip, catching me off guard, her tongue sweeping over the same area. “Don’t be gentle. Fuck me like you hate me.”

Jesus Christ. “I’m not going to act like I hate you, Anastasia.”

Her body squirms, desperately searching for something to dull the ache. Her eyes narrow, and she leans forward so we’re nose to nose. “Why?”

Zade Meadows, Haunting Adeline by H.D. Carlton

"I’m a Gentry,” Colt said, managing to pry his eyes open again.

“You are. A Gentry and a MacKenzie. Always.”

“Always?” he asked.

“Always. I will always be your dad. No matter what. Nothing will change that.” Even death. My love for him would cross however far God took him.