Ever since Randy's contact with Rosalie, his heart began to ache for that kind of love again. Not the complex love that had developed with Katherine.
Could he even say that there was love there anymore? Being alone, and that's how he felt, alone... Randy had to face so many emotions he had been masking with drugs.
One of those emotions he felt wasn't exactly love, in regards to Katherine. So much had happened. So, so, too, too much. All at the hands of Randy. Randy's selfish and angry mind had bent and twisted the love that existed into something else.
Something like deep sadness and hollow regret. The kind of regret that had spite in it. Spite and shame and pain.
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