It stung unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It burned me harder than most heartbreaks. I couldn’t explain why, what it was about him. I mourned the loss of losing him before he was even gone. All the impulsive parts of me that’d ruled my brain for years and years begged me to turn around, to run into his arms and dissect his meaning of love. But instead I wrapped my fingers around the cold handle and met his eyes one final time. “Promises never meant much to you, Jace.”
