"Brady" I reached for him as we left the stadium. The team worn, still fresh from the loss. The bus waited, a safe haven from the s**t-talking fans surrounding us. "Brady. I'm sorry." I pulled him, stopping him from getting on the bus. He kept his eyes anywhere but on me. My own twitched and I pushed him up against the bus.
"Come on. Look at me," I dragged a hand up his shirt, gripping at the fabric, his eyes still away. I pushed in closer to him, pressing against him, begging for a speck of attention. "It's my fault. I dragged you into my problems. I'll never forgive myself."
His eyes dropped to mine displaying disgust. He shoved me off him. "It wasn't your fault." He said through tight teeth. It wasn't my first time being lied to, I reached out again but he slipped through my fingers,
