I could barely breathe. I clutched my chest, gasping between sobs, but Xavier didn't stop talking—even if it meant tearing his throat.
"Do you have any idea what that felt like? To stand there and watch her die..."
I almost fell to my knees. The weight of his words crushed me, suffocating me.
"I... I'm sorry," I whispered.
I sobbed so hard I couldn't see past my own tears. But Xavier didn't comfort me. He didn't reach for me. He only watched. And then, after what felt like an eternity, he let out a bitter laugh.
"You always say that," he murmured, shaking his head. "You're always sorry, Andra... but sorry doesn't bring her back."
He stood before me, his breath ragged. His chest rose and fell like someone struggling to keep himself from drowning in his own thoughts. His fists trembled at his sides.
"Do you even understand what you've done to us? Do you have the slightest idea of how much you've broken us?"
