I watched Connor grabbing stuff from my closet and tossing it in a bag on the bed as he rushes to pack all my stuff.
“Connor” I try to get his attention again. Separating Elliot and Connor was not an easy task. Connor immediately announced us leaving and left to get my stuff. He did not say a word while I rushed after him out the room. He did not even spare me a look.
“I am sorry” I finally spoke up again since he was clearly not going to acknowledge me. He did not even stop for a second, just continued packing. I let out a breath in defeat and seated myself next to the bag he was busy stuffing on the bed.
“Your pack deserves a better Luna” I could hear him come to a stop but did not dare to look up at him, instead I kept my eyes locked on my fingers as I fiddled with them on my lap.
