“It never used to be this hard to look at you, either.” He takes a step closer. “I used to fucking love looking at you. Craved it. But now, every time I see you, all I can think about is the night we spent together just hours before you left. And the whole damn time, you knew you were going. I thought things were finally getting better. I thought we were going to be okay. But you fucking knew that wasn’t the case.”
