MASON
I should have stopped her or I should have said something other than the words that left my mouth but I didn't. Instead, I watched her walk away with her clenched fists.
The moment she took a turn and disappeared from my sight, the pain in my chest became worse. It wasn't supposed to feel like this. It wasn't supposed to matter since I didn't have feelings for her but as much as I wanted to tell myself that this was for the best and that I had no right to care, I knew it was a lie.
I cared more than I should and more than I had any right to.
I clenched my fists and turned away, and I tried to shake off the frustration that was itching my skin. I forced myself to move in the opposite direction and to push away every thought of her but it felt impossible.
The look in her eyes haunted me. She looked so angry and so hurt, and it was all my fault. Yet, there was nothing I could do to make it better.
