Roisin
His words stung sharper than I could bear, and I recoiled, my heart twisting until it felt like it might tear apart in my chest. My throat tightened, choking back anything I could have said to defend myself, to fix what I had broken. The guilt pressed down on me like a weight, suffocating, crushing, leaving me drowning in its hold.
“Olivine, please…” My voice cracked to a whisper as tears streamed hot and fast down my cheeks. “I didn’t mean for this to happen… I’m so sorry…”
But he didn’t answer. His silence was louder than any words, his eyes distant and dark as his hand clutched at his bleeding chest. The rejection radiated from him, unmistakable. He blamed me for this, and maybe he was right. I had brought him nothing but pain. The uselessness flooding through me hollowed me
