Jane
I don’t know why I expected it to feel better once we left his room.
It didn’t. Not even close.
I practically had to pry myself off the edge of his bed, my knees trembling so hard I thought they might give out. My bag felt like an anchor on my shoulder, too heavy and stupid and in-the-way, but I didn’t dare let go of it. Austin didn’t say anything. He just watched me, icy blue eyes flat and exhausted, lips pressed into a line like he was trying to hold the entire world back behind his teeth.
When I moved toward the door, he shifted automatically, opening it for me, but didn’t meet my eyes. The hallway was quiet, too quiet. I hated the way my sneakers squeaked on the polished wood, hated how I could hear every single breath we took. I followed him down the stairs without a word,
