-Caspian Grayson:
I couldn't speak.
That was the first thing I noticed after Kyle finally stopped talking.
Not that he had let go of my arm.
Not the fact that he was still standing too close to me.
Not even the way my pulse had somehow become uneven somewhere in the middle of his words without me realizing it.
No.
It was the fact that, for the first time in a very long time, I genuinely did not know what to say.
Because every single thing he had just thrown at me was still sitting inside my head, heavy and sharp and impossible to ignore.
I could still hear it.
I stayed for over a year, Caspian.
You don't get to erase me like that.
I am not them.
The worst part was that none of it sounded fake.
I hated that.
God, I hated that.
