MICHEAL'S POV
The clock on the microwave blinked at 11:42AM.
I'm still in the same spot. Still holding the damn phone like it held answers to all the questions swirling in my head.
I should've gone after her.
Jess.
She walked out like she was holding herself together with tape and string, and I just stood there. I watched her go. I didn't stop her, I didn't say anything that mattered. I let her walk away with that look in her eyes, like she already knew what I was gonna say before I ever said it.
Because she was right.
I didn't feel the same. And I hated myself for it.
She deserved better than being a second option. Hell, she deserved to be someone’s first choice, not the person in the background, picking up the pieces when everything else fell apart. But I couldn't lie to her. I
