Staring at the vanity mirror, I gently dabbed the slit Donovan had created on my lip with a cotton ball. I winced at the pain, but the real pain wasn't from the wound—it was from how our relationship had devolved into something so heartbreaking and cruel.
"Why can't my heart learn to stop loving you?" I whispered, closing my eyes as memories of a different Donovan flooded my mind—the man he used to be.
We were on a yacht then, and I was standing on the deck, admiring the sunset, when I heard him call my name. I turned and saw him on one knee, eyes shining as he held out a ring to me.
It wasn't an expensive ring, just a simple silver band, but I accepted it without hesitation. Back then, I knew it was the best he could offer. But I also knew that his love was genuine.