Tears streamed down my cheeks as I tried to absorb his words. “Please don’t leave me.” “I didn’t leave you, Liz,” he croaked, lifting his head to look at me. “You left me.” His brown eyes were trained on mine, and I could see everything he was feeling in this moment. I couldn’t bear to see the hurt in his eyes, but somehow, I forced myself to do just that. Because I had to look. I had to see what I had done to this boy. The boy I loved with every beat of my heart.
