Hazel
I smiled at him, glad he could still c***k some humour amidst his pain, because surely, this was the heartbreak talking.
"I'm serious, Hazel."
The smile on my face faded.
I looked at his face. Not a single thing on it suggested he wasn't.
"You want me to actually be your girlfriend." I exhaled slowly. "Donald, I hear you, and I understand you're hurting right now, but a rebound isn't what fixes this. It won't heal anything. It'll just give the pain somewhere new to live."
"No, listen to me." He shifted in the seat, turning to face me more fully, and I could see him working to put the thing into words that would make sense outside his own head.
"Not in the real sense. I don't mean it, actually. I mean…" He stopped. Tried again. "I keep messing things up, and I don't know wher
