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Back Because She Loves Me Save as PDF
Chapters (50)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication Page
  4. Contents
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Ninteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-one
  26. Twenty-two
  27. Twenty-three
  28. Twenty-four
  29. Twenty-five
  30. Twenty-six
  31. Twenty-seven
  32. Twenty-eight
  33. Twenty-nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-one
  36. Thirty-two
  37. Thirty-three
  38. Thirty-four
  39. Thirty-five
  40. Thirty-six
  41. Thirty-seven
  42. Thirty-eight
  43. Thirty-nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-one
  46. Forty-two
  47. Epilogue
  48. Letter From the Author
  49. Acknowledgements
  50. About the Author

What else? I don’t know if this interests you but the police dropped the charges against Lance after Sasha’s death. But his wife has left him and is going to take him to the cleaners. Her brothers are after him too. I’ve heard he’s going to sell Wowcom and move far away.

He told me that Sasha was a fantasist, but that was a lie. I feel deeply ashamed that I believed him, even if only for a few hours. Do you remember that someone had been in Sasha’s flat, moved things around, written KEEP AWAY with fridge magnets? I wondered if it might have been Rachel, if Sasha was another target of hers, but Rachel couldn’t have got in. It must have been Lance’s wife, Mae, using his spare key, trying to scare her. It worked.

I still can’t quite believe Sasha’s gone, that I can’t pick up the phone and call her when I feel down, can’t go out and get drunk with her, let off some steam. I’ve got no one to talk about music and TV with. The other day I saw a trailer for the new season of The Walking Dead and went to text Sasha, to tell her. Then I remembered . . .

Things like that can knock me out for a whole day.

Seeing her mum at the funeral was even worse. You know, Sasha died a few days before her birthday. Her mum had already bought her presents and wrapped them. They put one of the parcels into her grave with her. Sasha’s dad sobbed the whole way through the ceremony and when her brother got up to speak, the entire congregation was in pieces. I couldn’t take it. I left halfway through, went back later and sat by the grave.

You would have liked her if you’d got to know her properly. And I’m certain she would have liked you.

Charlie, I’d love to see you, if you’re around, when you get back from wherever it is you’ve gone. Anytime, any place. Just let me know.

Maybe you don’t want to hear this, but I still love you. I think I always will.

And I’m sorry.

I hope you can forgive me.

Yours,

Andrew x

Epilogue

Epilogue

I walked into the coffee shop and looked around. There she was. She was as beautiful as ever, her red hair catching the spring sunshine that flooded the room. The bruise on her forehead had faded. Whether the scars inside would ever fade, I didn’t know. My own psychological scars were still livid. Raw. I was on heavy painkillers – not codeine – for my ruined eye. The surgeons had broken the news within hours of the ambulance speeding me to the hospital. There was nothing they could do. Not this time.