Zac’s pov
Her words hit me in the face. I stepped back, my fingers crushing the little yellow dress.
“I want to bury you?” I said in a hoarse voice. “How can you say that? I lov… I mean I want you to be safe—I want only to protect you, only to keep things nice for you—and it doesn’t work! Nothing I do is ever right!”
Her eyes, previously brimming with fury, flattened into ice. “I don’t trust you, Zac.”
I scoffed. “And I already said I was sorry you know.”
A few patrons around the busy market looked at us.
A couple of heads turned anyway. “I apologized for… for everything! Why aren’t you over it? What else do you want?”
“You just keep making me mad!” She yelled in anger. “You think a few ‘sorries’ and some shiny necklaces fixes it? After everything you did? You repaid me for… for lik
