Phoenix:
He wasn't the Jai I knew. This man felt like a stranger.
I was aware that he had just lost his brother, but he also needed to understand that he couldn't blame me for Brian's recklessness.
"I'm … I'm here to be with you, Jai," I frowned when I felt a light stinging on my cheeks.
Damn those tears.
They were sliding down the same cheeks, he had spent two years treating. My chest ached as I tried to reach out again, trying to hold his hand, to remind him who we were.
But he jerked my hand away as if my touch burned him.
Goddess. It hurts.
"Leave!" he said, louder this time, and wiped his face with the back of his hand, "Just leave, Phoenix. I can't…" his words got caught in his throat as he waved his hand at me helplessly.
I was hating it. I was hating myself for doing this to him.
The way he was looking at me, as if my presence was enough to tear him apart.
We both were crying, yet we weren't hugging each other.
