Andrew didn't know how long he continued to stay outside the door.
He recognized those words she said to him because something very similar had come out of his mouth earlier that day.
He didn't even realize what he said to her was that bad until he heard it coming from her, until he heard the same words directed at him.
A sharp ache clenched his chest.
It burned as if lava was being poured into his heart.
Was this how she'd felt when he'd said that to her?
He recalled her tears and the burn intensified.
Why did he always end up doing and saying things to her he would end up regretting?
He suddenly began to pace outside her door back and forth for a very long time but that feeling inside him didn't recede.
'...please, try to stay out of my life.'
Those words were harsh, meant to push someone away, meant to draw a line but it was that very line he suddenly realized he despised the most.
