Chapter 183
\nThree Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 183<\/p>\n
Lawrence couldn\u2019t bring himself to picture just how much it hurt Bonnie at night, when everything was quiet and she was left with nothing but these messages and the bite marks on her hand as she tried to dull the pain. Whatever he was feeling right now, she must have had it so much worse, a hundred, a thousand times over.<\/p>\n
His eyes grew blurry until the screen melted out of focus. He pressed his palms into his eyes, swallowed the ache, and kept scrolling. Bonnie had still been sharing bits of her life with him, just like she used to when they were still together. Every photo and message felt like a diary of heartbreak, a record of a girl fighting to move on but getting nowhere.<\/p>\n
He froze on one post from her. It was her first New Year after the breakup, spent alone at a ski resort. She\u2019d written, \u201cLawrence, Happy New Year. One day I\u2019ll be better at skiing than you.\u201d There was a picture\u2014a blinding field of white, not a soul in sight. The tracks on the snow were still crisp from the grooming machine. Bonnie\u2019s reflection appeared in the glass door of the lift as it crawled up the slope.<\/p>\n
That night, while families were celebrating Christmas Eve with lights in every window, Bonnie spent it coasting down empty hills by herself. She kept sending him photos, flooding his inbox, while each little red notification felt like another knife. Each one made him flinch.<\/p>\n
Lawrence slapped himself in the face, over and over, trying to make the guilt stop. He wrapped his arms around his head, his shoulders shaking as he finally let himself cry. He even hit the wound on his forehead again, desperate for the sting to distract him, to give his heart something else to focus on, because he couldn\u2019t stand the dragged-out agony gnawing at him from the inside.<\/p>\n
Message after message kept coming, Bonnie sharing photos from her hikes\u2014she climbed the same mountains they once did, sent shots of the padlock they\u2019d hooked to a chain, the red ribbons tied in the trees, the paths and stores they\u2019d visited together. Then suddenly, it all stopped.<\/p>\n
The last message was just Bonnie asking, one more time, \u201cWhy?\u201d After that it was silence. Nothing else ever popped up in that chat window, nobody answered, she never sent another word into that empty space.<\/p>\n
On one ordinary day, Bonnie had finally shaken off the ghost of their relationship. She blocked him, erased him from her world, never reaching back, never looking weak or desperate again. The man who brought her so much happiness and pain was now stuck forever on a lonely blocked list.<\/p>\n
And after coming back home, how could he have barged into the new life she built, messed everything up for her just when she\u2019d finally started to heal?<\/p>\n
He thought about all he\u2019d done\u2014the constant pestering, the petty tricks to ruin her dates, always invading her life out of selfishness and jealousy. His need to feel close to her again had pushed her right into the center of a nightmare. Online threats and harassment rained down on her, all because he couldn\u2019t let go.<\/p>\n
Lawrence hammered his wounded forehead, over and over, until blood seeped from the fresh splits in his skin.<\/p>\n
It was him. He\u2019d done it again. With his own hands, he\u2019d ruined Bonnie.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-851","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/851","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=851"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}