She still smells of the ocean, and she's so fucking beautiful—that's what hurts. “Don't hide your tears, bella. You're so pretty when you cry.” “I'm so—” “I said I wouldn't apologize until I meant it. I suggest you do the same,” I tell her, turning away. I thought I'd be able to breathe easier when I did, but she's still taking up too much space in my chest.
