Grayson
Tell him to go to hell.
Her words echo in my mind, a loop I can't silence no matter how hard I try. They're seared into my brain, branded there alongside the memory of her tear-stained face and the way she looked at me like I was everything she'd learned to fear.
I don't know how I ended up at her door last night. I hadn't planned it—hell, I didn't even know what I could say. Sorry I destroyed you with surgical precision? Sorry I chose to be the monster you already thought I was?
I just... needed to see her. Even if it was just for a second. Even if it tore me apart.
But she didn't want to see me. Didn't want to hear whatever pathetic excuse I might've offered. And for once in my life, I couldn't even blame her.
Now I'm standing outside the bus, hands shoved deep into my pock
