Christy's POV
The moment Kendrick's back disappeared down that hospital path, something inside me caved in. I stood frozen behind the flowers, too numb to move, too broken to breathe properly.
My heart wasn't just hurting, it was shattering into pieces sharp enough to cut through my chest.
How could he?
How could he look me in the eyes barely an hour ago and confess feelings that felt so real… only to walk away now like none of it ever mattered?
I pressed a trembling hand to my mouth to stifle the sob clawing its way out of my throat. No sound escaped, only a harsh gasp.
My knees threatened to buckle. For a terrifying second, I thought I'd collapse right there in the dirt, surrounded by flowers and cigarette butts.
Instead, I forced my body to move. One shaky step after another until I finally staggered back into the hospital.
