The Broken Pieces novel Chapter 49

You're beautiful.

Don't let anyone tell you that you're not. Because they're fucking liars, they're jealous and why shouldn't they be?

You're angelic, even when you're not trying to be. Even when you're sleeping, you still are.

I know I'm breaking your heart, and for that, I'm sorry. I am. I'm so sorry.

I don't wanna be the villain, I really don't. I don't wanna be that person in your life that lets you down like everyone else, but I guess I have to be.

Please don't write me off as if I'm a bad dream. A bad guy who fucked up everything. Someone who destroyed you. Who hurt you and left.

Please remember what we had. That's my last wish. That's it. I want nothing more.

I love you, Emily Rose Shivers, even if you'll have my head a spike for this. I love you.

I will always love you.

'Til we meet again,

Parker Bowmen.

E M I L Y R O S E

2 years later

"Rosey, we need that cream lace fabric over here," My purple-haired roommate, Kenna, flashed me a smile as she paused at what she was sewing to wave me over.

"Got it," I quickly rushed over to the baker's rack and scanned over the millions of fabric on it. My hand trailed over the beautiful material before I found the right one and pulled it out. "This one?" I asked as I held up the rolled cloth for Kenna to see.

She briskly nodded before waving me over there again. "Hand it over, please."

I walked over and handed it to her in which she thanked me.

"I still can't believe it's been a year since we've opened this place up." My other roommate, Quinn, sat down on the top of the front desk and allowed her legs to dangle aimlessly.

I nod my head in agreement, my mind skimming over my past years here.

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