He twisted the dagger in me by saying it out loud. That meant he’d consistently ignored me, that he didn’t care enough to respond. “So, can we talk?” I needed this, and he did too. How was I supposed to get over the love I left behind when I’d never wanted to leave him behind in the first place? I needed to tell him that at least. But he stared at me with a look of anger, and then he blinked and it was gone. All the pain, all the emotion, all the passion we had between us was gone. He’d turned it all off. “Fine. Let’s go to the garden then.” “The garden?” I squeaked out. I hadn’t been back
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