Chapter 137 The Lucky Ones

• I closed my bedroom door before pressing my back against it as if it could help me shut out the entire world from my life, even if for just a moment. My chest ached with every breath that I took. All I wanted to do was sink into my bed and hide beneath the blankets.
• I wished I could have pretended that none of this ever existed. Pretend Bennett wasn't who he was. Pretend that Raphael wasn't both the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and the person I should run away from.
• The knock on my bedroom door came too soon. It wasn't a polite and soft tap on the door, but the kind of knock that demanded the door be opened immediately. My stomach dropped because I realized that it must be Raphael on the other side of the door.