"I know how unforgettable I am." She ran her fingers through his hair.
And he smiled. That smile was like a knife in my heart. They looked so natural together. I looked away. Maybe he was just telling her what she needed to hear. But maybe...
"Then kiss me," he said. "Let's start over. Let's put all of it behind us. We'll be better than we ever were."
I watched as Isabella leaned down a little closer to him. And I died inside. Isabella was right. The thought of him with her had always haunted me. And now that I was about to see it? It was seared into my brain.
This couldn't be what he really wanted. This couldn't be. So why did he ask her to kiss him? To give me a chance to escape? There was no escape. I pulled my wrists as hard as I could. It just made me cry more. Young. Naive. Weak.
