No Second Chance For Love

courtyard, the blood on my face already starting to cool in the biting wind. She had l

nd unwelcome, cut

convertible too fast down a dirt road, a cloud of dust in her wake. I was just a hand, mending a fence, and she pulled up, her sun

front of the other hands. She bought a prize-winning stallion at auction for a staggering price and had it delivered to my stable, claiming sh

there, on foot, screaming and waving her red jacket, drawing the bull' s attention away from me. It was a stupid, reckless, incredibly brave thing to do. Th

und, my hands clumsy and s

tougher th

I was dying, insisting on cleaning it with antiseptic and wrapping it in a bandage herself. Her care was s

It was a harsh, broken sound. The irony was a physical weight in my chest. The woman who o

ace. The doctor at the small clinic stitched me up, his face grim. He didn' t

me in my room. Her face was tight with something t

e was still accusing me, still prioritizing him. My own in

of me, replaced by a deep, aching void. I looked at her, a

a whisper. "Do you even see me any

yes. A hint of the old Sera. "Of course I

from Wyatt. She glanced at it, h

d, already moving toward

I knew it was over. The last ember of faith I had in her