I stared up at him as well, completely lost on what to say next.
Jeremy sucks in a breath through his teeth. “June,”
My throat constricted, feeling the familiar fluttering of my heart that would not cease. “It’s okay. Let’s not. I didn't hear anything.”
He obeys, keeping a distance from me, but his face said it all. Hurt. I hurt him by cutting it off.
But what did he expect?
This wasn't the Games anymore. We weren't eating chocolates in the gardens or laughing by the lake.
No.
That was now far away.
Choices have been made. And yet again, we didn't choose each other.
We walk quietly after that, our thoughts louder than our footsteps. Jeremy was taking me deeper into town, far enough that the crackling fires of the town center couldn’t be heard. The smell though, I think no dist
