"So what if I haven't?" I snapped, my voice trembling with frustration. My arms dropping uselessly to my sides. "It doesn't mean anything anymore."
He takes a step toward me, each movement deliberate, his presence closing in the space between us like a vice. It feels wrong.
So I stumbled back.
"Maybe you don't need the closure," he said, his voice low and raw, every word like a blade, "but I do...and I'll get it."
He suddenly stopped, twisting his face over his shoulder, as if something in the trees behind him had caught his attention.
I froze. Anything but the cannibals. Please.
My whole body only sagged with relief when a frustrated sigh escaped him.
"Come on, let's just go," he said, as if he was stepping out of his own storm of emotions. "We have to hurry if we want to make it back by dusk."
The fight drained out of me right then and there, silently trailing after him as we walked into the forest behind the cottage.
