The forest was silent now, the only sound my own uneven breathing. Damon’s words echoed in my mind, each one cutting deeper than the last. “I’m not going to fight for someone who doesn’t want to fight for me.”
He was right.
I’d spent so long building walls, telling myself that protecting my heart was the only way to survive. But what was the point of surviving if it meant shutting out the one person who saw me for who I really was?
I couldn’t let him go.
The decision was made before I even realized I was running, my feet pounding against the earth as I chased after him. The trees blurred past, their dark shapes like specters urging me forward. I didn’t care if I looked desperate. I was desperate—desperate to fix this, to make him see that I wasn’t giving up.
I found him near the edge
