She pushes to standing, pulling in a deep breath and wiping at her nose as she straightens, so full of grace and class. So fucking far out of my league. Pulling away from me like I wanted her to, even though I could be sick over it. Regret pulses through every limb. It courses through every vein. It singes every nerve. She nods at me and walks away. Taking my fucking heart with her as she goes.
