~Reo’s~

“I ruin everything I touch.”

The words aren’t loud, but they stick. They bounce off the inside of Reo’s chest and sit there, like a brand he can’t rub out.

The wind whip across the penthouse balcony, but he doesn’t flinch. He just stands there, shirt loose, hair messy from another sleepless night. His fingers wrap tight around the iron railing to the extent his knuckles turn ghostly; his heart is completely twisted. The city stretches below him like a haze of static. But all he can hear is her voice.

“He’s not heartless.”

“He’s done things he didn’t have to. Protected me, more than once.”

Jennie. Stupid, stubborn,...