"What are you doing here and why did you hurt him like that? his jaw tightened.
There was still a faint smear of blood at the corner of his mouth.
"He attacked me first."
"He was trying to protect me."
"You don't even have any right to be upset," I snapped.
"You have no right to hurt anyone!"
He was calmer now, careful like walking toward a wounded animal that might bolt.
"I'm sorry...…" he said quietly.
"I..... I miss you."
His voice cracked.
"I miss you so much baby.... I'm losing my mind...…... I miss you so much I can't breathe."
My chest caved in.
I hated that my heart reacted to him before my brain did.
Tears slipped down before I could stop them.
Because the truth?
I missed him too. I missed him in the mornings.... In the silence….. in my sleep... in every small stupid thing that reminded me of him.
He reached for my hands gently, like I might shatter.
His fingers wrapped around mine.
"Please," he whispered.
"Say something."
