Braelyn's POV
My gaze locked on his face as something in my chest twisted. Even in this state it was hard to look away from him. It was crazy how he looked like a tragic hero when he was the one who wrecked me.
My chest felt clogged making it hard to breathe. He had no right to look that way. He had no right to still affect me. I hated him.
I hated him for choosing to fight a battle on his own that destroyed us. I hated him for not trusting me. He should have said something. Even if it sounded crazy, he could have confronted me. One way or another, we could have found a solution.
But he didn't. Keeping someone ignorant isn't love or protection. I hated myself the most, no I was disgusted by myself for feeling pity for him. I hated him but not enough...
