"Liz. I'm sorry about what happened."
Silence stretched between them as the soft whistle of the night breeze passed by. Lynsandra held his gaze, catching the longing in his eyes.
But… she felt nothing.
Even if his words sounded sincere for a moment, and even if the look in his eyes seemed genuine, she felt nothing at all.
Slowly, Lynsandra pulled her hand away from his. The movement made him glance down at his hand still resting on the railing. He sighed heavily before lifting his eyes to meet hers again.
"I know I said some things back then that I wish I hadn't," he admitted. "I was angry, frustrated, and I let all those emotions get the better of me. But I didn't mean everything I said. If anything… if I could turn back time, I wouldn't have said those things."
He paused and shook his head. "No. If I could turn back time, I would've avoided the mistake that broke us apart."
