Chapter 13
Tyler’s POV
I don’t jump.
I should. That’s what I always do. In and out, quick and quiet. No hanging around. No second thoughts. That’s how it’s always been.
But this time, I stay.
My hands stay tight on the edge of her window. My feet stay pressed against the ledge like they’re glued there. The cold wind moves through my hoodie, brushing against my skin, but I don’t move. I barely even breathe.
Something I can’t quiet place hands on keep me from moving.
Earlier, Tessa looked at me like I was a stranger. Her eyes were distant, guarded. I knew she was hurt, I could feel it. And I still reached for her. Touched her face like I had the right.
I don’t know why I did that.
Maybe I just wanted to remind myself that she’s real. That this isn’t all in my head. That the fire I
