“The choice was easy, as you were never an option.” She huffed a laugh, checking her nails. “You’ve turned bitter, Syrelle, and I’ve just gotten better.” He flinched away from her as if her words had indeed harmed him. “Easy?” A hollow, humorless laugh of his own cleaved free from his chest. “You claim that there was ‘never a choice,’ but you loved me once.” His gaze swept away from hers, over the wharf, but his look was distant. He wasn’t truly seeing the commotion of the port. “Just know, I wouldn’t have made you choose.”
