Elena's pov
He stared at me like he couldn't quite believe I was standing there.
"Elena?"
I stood there in the middle of the terminal, staring at him. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.
For a second, neither of us moved. We just stared at each other across the crowd.
Then he started walking toward me slowly, weaving through travelers, his expression shifting from shock to something like hope.
When he reached me, he stopped a few feet away, like he wasn't sure if he was allowed to come any closer.
"I didn't think you'd come," he said quietly.
I didn't smile or soften my expression. I was still mad at him.
"I didn't come to stop you from going," I blurted.
His face fell slightly, the hope fading from his eyes.
"Oh."
For a moment, I almost felt bad. But I
