I knocked once more.
My heart beat so loudly it nearly drowned out the echo of my fist against her door. Please open. Please. And then, there was a soft creak. The door eased open a few inches, and Ivy stood there in a hoodie and leggings, her hair piled in a lazy knot on her head, her face bare and heartbreakingly beautiful. Her eyes locked onto mine. They were Wary, Guarded.
I hadn’t realized how much I missed seeing her up close until that moment, until the breath was sucked straight from my lungs at the sight of her. "I don’t want to talk," she said quietly, fingers still curled around the edge of the door. "I know," I said. "But I need you to hear me." She didn’t open the door any further. "You should’ve said something before. Days ago. Weeks." I pressed my mouth together before res
