And all I can think when I look at the round, shocked and wounded amber eyes of the boy who’s been my best friend since I was six—the boy I’ve secretly vowed to protect amongst all else—the boy who is currently looking back at me like I’m a stranger… This is all his fault. That’s what runs through my head. This is his fault. I lost her because of him… Because of what I felt for him that night. Because of what I did.
