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I reach for her, cupping her face, my mouth less than an inch from hers.
“Ryen, please…”
The tears and quiet sobs start again, and I try to comfort her, but she
pushes me away. “Oh, God, get out,” she cries, holding up her hands to
keep me away. “I can’t look at you right now. I can’t wrap my head around
this. I feel sick.”
“Ryen, please,” I beg, feeling the ache in my chest spread. “I love you
—”
“Oh, God!” she cuts me off. “Get out!”
I wince, my eyes burning with tears. I feel like my heart is ripping apart.
I watch as she buries her head in her hands and stands there, breaking in
two.
There’s no way I can go back and change this. While she may have
been vile to others, she was always a good friend to me, and I can’t say the
same. She aggravated me and pissed me off, but I broke this. I’m
responsible.
I bend down and pick up the inhaler, putting it on the desk in case she
needs it.
And then I climb back out through the window and head back to the
Cove. I’m not going home.
I’m not going anywhere until she’s mine.