#Chapter16-02
"The only way you could help me was if you could go back to that night, smack your old self up the face and tell the prick to keep on walking past me."
"Language," he scolded gently. "You can't let it go, huh?"
"You ruined everything," I said again. This time, a tremble mocked my words. They wavered, the bravado slipping. "I was fine until then. I was happy."
When he placed a hand on my shoulder, I wasn't sure why I didn't shake it off. Maybe it was the look he gave me, or maybe it was just the fact that it had been a long ass day.
"I don't think you've been happy for a long time."
Conflicted, I didn't know how to respond. Anger poked its ugly little head out of its hidey-hole, trying to reignite the embers of rage that still sizzled away inside me, but sadness was like
