“I want you to find someone who makes you happy.” I leaned in and kissed her head. “You deserve that, but that person isn’t me.”
“So, just like that, this is over?” Hurt flashed across her face.
“Look, I’ll be honest. I met someone else.” I twisted my wrist to glance at the time again and I heard her sniff.
“Well,” she stood, “I hope she knows what she’s in for, because your heart’s black, Ty Beckett, and you have a history of hurting those who open up to you.”
“I know.”
“I want to meet her.” My stomach sank with disbelief at her words. No.
“Demi, I never meant to hurt you, and you’ll make someone happy someday, but that someone isn’t me. You know, I’ve tried being honest about my feelings, and I’m sorry you crossed that line, but I never did.” I held up my ticket. “This wasn’t how I
