Will's P.O.V.
I’m going home, not feeling like attending the rest of the lectures after what happened with Iva. I drive through the rain-slicked roads. I usually enjoy the rain, but today I don’t even care to look.
My fingers are wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, and her necklace rests in my other hand.
Her necklace.
The one that once lay against her skin as it belonged there. Now it’s cold, lonely, and resting in my palm. Just like me.
She refused to wear the necklace which I gave her on a special night. This necklace was a symbol of our love, but now it's not. All because of me.
Her voice echoes inside my head.
“This pendant doesn’t remind me of our love anymore.”
“It reminds me of the night you tore it off and broke my heart."
Every word of hers tightens my chest and
