Lost in Distraction

Lost in Distraction - By BJ Harvey



Prologue



His blue eyes haunted me.

Every day they would haunt me. My morning, my day, my night, my dreams...those baby blues tormented me.

It has been five days since he left. Five of the longest days in my life.

He was right when he said I would never be the same, that I would never forget him. The way he could reach in and touch my soul with a single glance, an eyebrow quirk, or a smirk with that delectable mouth.

It was unfair that he approached me. He wormed his way into my cold, unforgiving heart and made it warm again. His appearance in my life made the sun rise and fall in my dark world, but now I was back in total darkness.

He disappeared without a trace, without a single word. One night I went to sleep in his arms in our bed, our cocoon, our sanctuary. The next morning I woke alone and unsure.

Where was he?

Why he had gone?

Why was his phone disconnected?

He caught my attention the moment our eyes met. His ice-blue eyes pierced my heart from across the room.

My life as I knew it changed the day that I met Brax. I’d never felt such love, my body had never felt such satisfaction, my soul had never felt such passion, and my life had never been so full.

Now he’s gone and my heart has never felt so broken.

When you had no hope, then had hope reborn, and then all of that hope disappears within a moment...where do you go?

Where do you go from there?



The moment I lost her forever was the moment I got in that car.

I knew in that millisecond that I would lose her, but I had no choice. My soul mate, my sole reason for being, my Elise. I knew there was nothing I could do that would make it right with her again.

It took everything I had to heal her the first time, to mold her back into the brilliant, radiant light she deserved to be. When I saw her photo I had to know her, had to get inside those gorgeous green eyes.

Knowing that I am the one who shattered her this time is breaking my resolve to stay away.

Knowing that my leaving was the end of the light and the return of the dark in her life feels like a knife being driven into my heart.

If only I could explain that I had no choice. Explain how they told me she would be safe if I left her.

If only I’d believed in us enough to stay.

I would have laid it all out for her if it meant she would stay untouched and unaware of the truth. Because if she knew the truth, the real reason why I was gone and why I even came into her life in the first place, life would not be worth living.

For all of us.

For them.

For me.

And especially for her.