Killian’s POV
She was shouting. She was crying, and I knew that what I did to her really hurt her. She said so many things, and everything she said felt like she was holding a knife and driving it through my chest.
I hated the way she was crying, and what I hated the most was that I was the one making her cry.
I hated that I was the one who was hurting her this bad.
Her tears kept coming out of her eyes, and she was trying to stop them, but they wouldn’t stop. I didn’t like how it made me feel, and I knew that I needed to do something ,but I was blank; I did not know what to do.
Before I knew it, I didn’t think before I moved. My body moved and I was in front of her with just two steps, I held her face in my hand and I knew she was going to push me away because of how angry she
