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About INDISCRETION: Volume Four
The image was seared into my mind. Imprinted. Emblazoned. Etched. Did I blame him for what I saw? Or myself, for allowing him the ability to cause the pain coursing through me? Betrayal was a weapon that cut to the core—the ‘what ifs’ the infection that festered in the wound. I’d thought we’d had roadblocks thrown in front of us before. Damn. Those would have seemed like mere speed bumps if I’d seen what was coming… Little did I know that what was headed our way would prove to be the biggest test of all—putting impossible choices in front of us. None of which seemed to lead to a happy ending in which the two of us were together.
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Eventually I pulled my head up to look at him. He brushed my hair off my face and held it back, giving me a kiss. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be right now than right here. No one I’d rather be with,” he said, his voice serious. I opened up my heart, as difficult as that was, finding the courage to let myself believe him. Maybe I was a fool, maybe I would end up with a broken heart. I couldn’t be sure. But life was full of surprises, both good and bad, and where Max was concerned I decided to throw my tendency of always having a plan and looking ahead at what the future held out the window. I’d enjoy this and whatever emotions came along with it, for as long as it lasted—and once it was gone I’d enjoy the memory of it. I refused to regret one minute I spent with Max, regardless of the eventual outcome. He was the one that had helped me to find myself again. He was the one who had given me the courage to allow myself to really feel again. And, as I was discovering, with feeling came the good and the bad. But if you never passed through a storm, than you’d have no appreciation for the rainbow.