Jilted Bride, Shattered Illusion

otectively around Cayla's shoulders. He led her out of the

But she had never actively tried to hurt her. She had simply existed in a space Cayla wanted for herse

id, he would stand at the foot of her bed, silent and brooding, before leaving again.

metrius there. He was with Cayla. He had brought her a sandwich from a deli she liked, and he

point, she shivered, and he immediately took off his jacket and wrapped it ar

like that. He knew all her little preferences. He would wrap her in his coat

trius wasn't incapable of love. He was just like Craig in the way he care

st never

oody artist-was a performance. The real Demetrius was th

love. You couldn't create a perfect replica of a lost soulmate. A fo

changing vows. He was smiling at her, his eyes full of the l

reaming down her face, a

lia

was standing by her bed, a shad

ing?" he asked,

voice hoarse from sleep and tears.

ad said his name. He thought she was crying becaus

emetrius was there to pick her up, his

" she asked as he he

he said, his

o Tiffany & Co.

asked, looking at the iconic b

he said, as if it were the mo

. Was he insane? Or did he really believe

, the wedd

nsisted. He seemed to think this g

said, reaching for her

ith anger. "I can a