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“How is it possible that it feels like you are breaking my heart, and I
haven’t even had you yet?”
My soul shattered. I broke in a hundred million pieces.
“I can’t make you trust me like I need you to. With your whole fucking
heart.” He searched my face, those blue eyes missing their usual light.
Reflecting only hurt. “I can’t make you run into my arms instead of in the
opposite direction. I just … can’t make you love me enough to give us a
chance.”
A hole opened in my chest, my knees almost giving out at the earth
beneath my feet tilting the wrong way. Unbalanced.
We stared into each other’s eyes for a long time, our hearts in each
other’s fists for all the wrong reasons. It all felt unreal. Like a cruel nightmare
I’d wake up from any minute now.
But it never happened. At some point, I thought I heard his phone ringing,
and I watched him ignore it until it rang again. And again. Then, I thought he
pulled it out of his pocket and peered down at the screen. But I wasn’t sure.
My head kept chanting, Trust him, trust him, trust him, making it hard for
me to make sense of anything else but that.
I was trapped by my own mind. Sucked in a vacuum where I didn’t grasp
time or space. Although I did remember one thing. And that was Aaron’s
back moving away from me. His legs walking him down the empty hallway
and him not looking back.
Not even once.