She slid a can of soda to me, my gaze traveling from her hand to her face as she offered me a small smile. “I saw you with this last night. I figured out it was your favorite,”
I stared at her for what seemed like seconds before ducking my head. “I don't want it,”
Her chest in a sharp exhale. “Ariella…” she paused for a brief moment. “You have the right to be mad at me. The way I moved last night is…” she sighed, as I darted my eyes to her while she clenched her heart.
“After I became sober and the memories came back to me, I got a secondhand embarrassment. I’m deeply ashamed of myself that you don't understand how much it breaks my heart,”
I stared her in the eye. “I don't understand. I don't want to. You want him back…”
“Yes, but that was in the past. I was just overwhelmed by my e
