The Girl He Craves

Meredith's pov

He hauled in a shaky breath, his eyes swimming with sadness. I had hit him with the past, something that could potentially bring out the man he once was.

’She’s dead." He whispered, pushing the photo away. "The dead can't speak.'"

I blinked in sadness, pitying the man he is now today. "But they can still see and hear. If mom was here, she'd smack you upside your head and then nurse your wounds."

He clenched his fists, turning away from me completely." Is this why you came here? To remind me of why I'm actually doing what I'm doing? Look at me, Meredith." His eyes snapped up to mine suddenly and I had to take in a very sharp inhale as emotions swam through the windows of his soul.

Father was in more pain than I realized.

’I'm a shell of a man because of her. I can love no other, I have a permanent hole in my heart because of her. Love is selfish Meredith, the pain is unbearable. I tried to save you from it too," He looked over my shoulder at Grant.

He continued. "But I was too late. I need to save my grandson before it's too late."

I shook my head, reaching out for him. My heart ached for my father. A man who once believed love was the answer to everything now made love his enemy. It was painful and tormenting to watch him become this person.

When my fingers touched his hand, he flinched. His eyes swept to mine in shock. I don't remember the last time I held my father's hand or the last time I voluntarily stood this close to him.

After mom died, our father-daughter relationship was swept up and tom into shreds. He would come home late from work, smell of booze, and trash the entire place.

I can recall listening to a few bottles shattering on the wall. I can even remember the feeling of that broken glass piercing through my heel one of those mornings after his rampage.

out in pain, he looked at me dead in the eyes that day, his soulless eyes, and told the maid to help me. He

had me stay up alone in my room, crying my eyes out. My foot wasn't the only thing that hurt that day,

day I came to terms with the fact that I lost my father the

daughter at all. I did

course, I met Grant and everything

wrong dad,’

called him dad in a while too. Always

gaze, a flicker that reminded me of the past and the way he

shared with mom, I was sure were the happiest you've ever been. Do you regret meeting her? Sharing life with her? Making life

regret anything when

I'd do it all over again." He whispered.

heart squeezed. I could hear the raw emotions

trying to hurt her grandson dad? He has a son, a woman who he loves dearly. You're trying to tear his family apart. Why do you think this is a good idea? Why

to help him Meredith? Yes. I love your mother and would choose her all

is beautiful. Every bit of it is beautiful. Every single emotion is beautiful. Stop hurting Aiden because of what

into the Muralo's. But Grant and I run away and never turned back. In a way, he thinks that I

he didn't realize that it was his actions that drove me to do such a

his wife and then

loneliness and how a dead mind and heart can really turn someone

the way I did. I'm sorry I didn't leave a letter. I'm sorry I stayed years not checking up on you dad. But please, you can't hurt Aiden because of me. He's my son and I want to see him happy. He deserves to feel happy. Don't tear him away from his family. If you truly don't want him to get hurt by love, then don't ruin his happiness. Because either way,

looks away, swallowing before whispering. 'That girl....she reminds me