Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

But I kept going, tracing the spouts with my toes as I
walked and finding a path. I kept my arms out at my sides, my
fingers tracing the water and where it created walls and turns,
coming to dead ends and veering around corners. The water
shot up well above my head, and as I rounded the paths,
finding little alcoves and hiding places, my sleep shorts and
top stuck to my body and my hair grew cold and wet down my
back.
I closed my eyes, my throat swelling as I mapped the
water, gauging the huge circle and all the spouts inside
creating this intricate wonderland of nooks and avenues, and
I…
Oh, my God.
Tears pooled, realizing. He hadn’t taken away the fountain.
He’d replaced it.
My eyes stung.
It was a fountain maze.
I stood there in the center, towers of water shooting up and
spilling around me as the tears started to fall. Hiding me in a
world within a world.
Just like his fountain growing up.
Just like the treehouse.
Damon, what did you do?
My head fell back, and everything crumbled. My heart, my
head, my hate, and my grudge, and I just wanted to see him.
To feel him and put his forehead to mine and feel him breathe.
To have him pick me up and hold me in here, where the water
and the walls were high enough to hide us.
I loved him. I still loved him.
GGoddamn him.
I cried, the music inside the ballroom drifting out through
the window, and I ran my hand through my hair, everything
inside just wanting out. I was tired of stopping myself. Of
spending more time resenting than getting on with it.