Trixy's Pov
I witnessed it.
I saw him.
And I saw that Scarlett's lips were sealed to his.
It was before my brain even processed that the picture was stamped into my eyes. Zyron-my Zyron-in the parking lot with Scarlett's immaculate manicured hands held against his chest, her scarlet lips dominating his. It seemed as if the ground under my feet gave a sudden, sinister toss.
The very first tear happened without anticipating it, shimmering hot and quiet down my cheek. Then one more. A thousand needles pricked where my eyes were and I grabbed the strap of my bag as if it could prevent me from giving up.
I pushed myself to walk-no, to escape- to the shaded edge of the parking lot. The cold night air smelled of burning and rain, but it could not calm the tempest in my chest. I heard the voice behind me, calling, urgent and rough:
"Trix!"
I kept on walking.
"Trix! Please—wait!"
No. I wouldn't wait. Not for him. Not after everything.
