Onyx

I was done being treated as the mistress; as the third wheel. I had been the one meant to be with Noah. Destiny itself had paired us together. But he had chosen her.

Well, if that was his answer to my feelings, I was also going to make another choice.

Run free.

Avoiding a tree at the last moment due to my blinding pain, I stumbled and rolled down a small slope. I tumbled over a few thorny bushes and bumps of the soil, but I was numb to them. They were nothing compared to the ache I was experiencing deep inside. It was the worst thing my tortured...