Chris wore a black button-down, his hair mussed and messy, bright red veins streaking the whites of his eyes. He looked worn thin, drained to the bone.
"Rose, don't go!" He lunged forward in big, hurried steps and clamped his hand around her wrist, his voice shaking so hard it cracked. "Please, just talk to me, okay?"
"There's nothing left for us to talk about. Let go of me." Rose exclaimed.
"No! Just one hour, that's all I ask. I have something incredibly important to tell you!"
"Why won't you just leave her the hell alone?" Andrew grabbed Chris' wrist in a vice-like grip, his strength so brutal it felt like he was crushing the bones in Chris' arm. "Let go. Can't you see she doesn't want anything to do with you?"
Chris cried out from the sharp pain and released her wrist. Hot, seari
