At the train station, I stood there carrying the mountain of things James had packed for me, wrapped tightly in his arms.
James really didn't want me to leave. His eyes were watery, like he'd burst into tears at any second.
Smiling softly, I cupped his face and whispered, "It's not like we're never seeing each other again. Why are you already about to cry?"
"Because I don't want you to go. I love you."
That was James. His love was always passionate, straightforward, and impossible to hide.
That was why, out of everyone, I had chosen him.
But every time I looked into his eyes, Brian's face flashed through my mind. I quickly looked away. I couldn't bear to meet his gaze.
James held me even tighter, savoring our last embrace.
The station announcement began calling passengers to board.
