Claire
The loud sound of the tyres squealing against the concrete ripped right through me, shattering my heart into tiny pieces. I leaned against a pylon and watched Andy drive away from me while the voice inside my head was screaming at me to go after him, to fix this, to repair what we'd broken, but my body wouldn't cooperate. I just let him go.
Hot tears fall freely from my eyes, his elitist insult still stinging. I thought we were past all of that, that we knew each other's true selves now, but I guess, for Andy, the former ideal that he held of me never went away. I didn't intend to hurt him; I was simply pointing out the truth that he was so blinded to see for himself. He's the one who took offence, twisting my words into a Claremont versus Brixton argument, which was never what I
