Her eyes were fixed on the blood trickling down the side of his face.
Why was he bleeding…?
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Logan gazed at her, his eyes lingering in hers for a moment, before turning and walking away in the opposite direction.
He was mad. His dad hadn’t even thought twice before throwing that at him. Did he ever care? Had he ever wondered how Logan felt?
No. And Logan understood the trauma he had caused her instead—the ache in his heart returned as he remembered her tears, the sadness in her eyes, the bruise he left... not just on her skin, but in her heart.
A sigh escaped his lips. It was better this way. He shouldn’t talk to her. She needed space, and she deserved to hate him, to curse him, to never look at him again.
He deserved it. All of it.
He broke her emotionally and mentally. N
