Possessing Her

<p>Johnny Gonzales let her walk. Watched the woman he built a life with disappear bags packed with everything but the truth.</p><p>Winnie left to fix a wreck that wasn't hers to begin with. A broken person chasing another broken person and I-coward that I am-let her. I didn't beg. Didn't stop her. I sat in the silence she left behind and convinced myself it was better this way.</p><p>Now she's back.</p><p>And it's like seeing a ghost. A beautiful devastating ghost who doesn't belong in the daylight anymore. She's older. Sharper. But the storm in her eyes is the same.</p><p>I freeze. Rage coils in my chest not at her-but at myself. For letting her go. For pretending it didn't ruin me.</p><p>She's in Whispering Oaks throwing down papers with that flat voice I remember too well. Sign these. Then you'll never see me again.</p><p>Like hell.</p><p>Because this version of her? The one who says she's done? I want her more than I ever wanted the girl who left.</p><p>I won't let her go again. Not without a war. Not without reminding her who she is.</p><p>Mine. Always f***ing mine.</p><p> </p><p>---</p><p> </p><p> </p>