“I really can’t stand it when people are angry at me. Like, I know it might be simple for others, but I can’t focus on anything else. I can’t just forget about it and go on with my own life. It’s like there’s something hard wedged inside my chest. I’ll always feel guilty. I’ll always want to make amends.” He doesn’t reply, and I realize I’ve said way too much. “Forget it,” I mumble. “You won’t understand.” “I’m trying to.” My head jerks up, and when I meet his eyes, I experience a roaring rush of heat. “Why?” I fling the question back at him.
