~Dylan~
My eyes follow and stay on Maeve’s retreating back. Her shoulders are slouched and she’s closing in on herself and I think it’s the most upsetting scene I have seen in a while. And, what’s worse is I had done that to her. She’d given me a glimpse of her heart and the feels she’s festered in it for me and all I could say had been no. There is dull ache in the hollows of my chest that houses my heart and a damp thrum ringing in my ears. A strange blackness closes in on my eyes from the peripheral and I only snap out of it, when Aiden yanks my arm and spits, “What the f**k did you do, Dylan?”
It takes me a moment, a long one to process what he had just asked me. The thing is I don’t have an answer for the very question I have been asking myself. What the f**k have I done?
Aid
