“She misses you, you know?” he said darkly. “She won’t say it, but-” “Don’t,” I growled, my heart crumbling to dust in my chest. “I don’t wanna hear it. She should be moving on.” “I think she has,” he said earnestly and I wasn’t prepared for how much that hurt me. I wanted it, I’d pushed for this, I knew it was what needed to happen.
