HARPER'S POV
He doesn't slam the door. He just leaves. And somehow, that makes it worse.
The room goes so still, I feel like I can hear the walls breathe. My hands are shaking. I sit back down on the bed and just stare at the floor. I don't even take my boots off. I just sit there like some i***t waiting for something to happen, even though it already did.
He is so angry.
I mean, I knew it the moment his voice cracked and he said my real name. I knew it when he looked at me like I gutted him, like I reached in and ripped something out of him. But it didn't feel real until now. Until he left without yelling. Without punching a wall. Without even looking back.
I should leave.
I should just pack my things, slip out again, disappear before the walls close in. But I can't. N
