(Sebastian)
I watched her walk back through the doors, and then I stood at the window a while longer.
The street below went on the way streets do. Her ex stayed on the far sidewalk for a minute after she'd gone in, looking up at a building that would never let him past the front desk, and then he left. I watched him go the whole way, until he turned the corner and was gone.
It had cost me more than she'd ever know, staying up here.
Every part of me built for the last twenty years had wanted to be on that sidewalk. Not to save her. She hadn't needed saving, and I'd meant every word of the note I sent after. But there's a difference between what a man knows is right and what a man wants, and what I'd wanted was to stand between her and the person who'd hurt her and make certain he unders
