Roman Miller—Falling in love with Beck Hart was easy. Running from my dad—and leaving Beck—was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Beck saved me when I was at my lowest, took me into his home and his heart—breathed life back into me and made me feel like I was worthy of love. I’ve never stopped loving him. How could I? He was, and still is, everything to me. Now that I’m back to take care of my dying father, I want him back. I want to earn his trust and his love back. I thought for sure my leaving would be a lifted burden for him. So why does it seem like I wasn’t the only one who ended up broken the day I left?

Beck Hart—The first time my eyes met Roman’s, I was lost. I fell head over heels in love with him. And when I showed up one day and saw the bruises mottling his skin and the fear in his eyes, I knew I had to save him. He was everything to me. Until the day he disappeared, leaving only his blood behind. I spent ten years in stasis, unable to move on, not even knowing if he was dead or alive. Now he’s back—sending me notes, bringing me flowers, and begging for another chance. How am I supposed to refuse when the hole he left behind has never been filled by anything or anyone else? How am I supposed to say yes when I can’t trust that he won’t leave me again?