stare at her for a long moment. Remembering each freckle painting her nose and cheeks. Memorizing the specks of forest green in her eyes, which stare at me with such potent sadness. I force my mind away from everything that could’ve gone differently today. What if I didn’t bring up my feelings for her? What if I just pretended everything was fine? What if I made an effort to fight harder right now? Would she take the chance on our future? But it’s pointless
