“Alex, don’t go.”
I freeze. His grip is warm and gentle on my elbow. I look down at his hand. I’m aching in places so deep, they’ll never see the light. He was the light that touched them, set them on fire. Without him it’s dark and lonely. My whole life is dark and lonely.
“I can’t do this,” I whisper.
“Alex, look at me.”
Inhaling, I raise my gaze up to his throat. His lips. His perfect nose. And look into his eyes.
“Did you get my messages?” There’s hope in his words, in his voice.
“Yes,” I manage to say, emotion overcoming me as I pry free of his hold.
He drops his hand, waiting impatiently for my answer.
“And it’s too late.” I turn a