Jane Doe

Part of me, something deep inside of me, ached whenever I saw the look in Cain’s eyes after I told him I wanted away from him. It was a terrible ache, that with every breath I took, I could feel invisible daggers piercing my heart.

Cain didn’t come to the restaurant anymore. I never saw his handsome face smile mischievously at me from the same table in the far corner. I never saw the gleam in his mysterious eyes as he watched me move across the room. I started feeling that ache the first time I noticed his absence.

I hated to admit it.

I missed him.

I missed his annoying personal questions.

I missed the way he was always watching me and waiting for me to say something like it was the last thing he’d ever hear. I missed the way he grabbed my wrist as I walked by when I was angry. I missed the way e talked to me like I was perfect. I missed the way he treated me like something other than just a body.

I needed Cain.

I deserved Alex.

I hated Lea.

I hated myself for needing Cain.