Fuck, I’m such a weak sack of shit.
“We need to get her through this,” Hunter states the obvious.
“Yeah, definitely,” Jase says. “Then again, I think Kao’s the only one who can help her.” My head snaps up, and I look at Jase. “You broke her, so you need to fucking fix her.” I can hear the bitter bite in his voice.
I can’t argue with the truth.
Nodding, I say, “I wish I knew what to do.”
“You fucking man up. When she pushes you away, you fight harder to stay by her side. When she lashes out at you, you fucking take it,” Jase says.
Like he did with Mila.
“And I don’t want to hear shit about you just being friends with her. We all fucking know you love her,” Jase adds.
I begin to get up, but then he snaps, “Not tonight. Give her time to calm down first.”
“Also,” Hunter adds, “I think Hana will kick your ass if you go near Fallon now.”
Jase lets out a tired chuckle. “Who knew Hana could get so angry?”
“Right?” Hunter lets out a sigh. “Fuck, I feel like shit. Fallon has always been there for all of us.”
“Yeah, we fucked up badly,” Jase mutters.
Me, most of all.
Tonight was one hell of an eye-opener. Fuck waiting for my vision to return completely. Fuck everything but Fallon.
She’s all that matters now, and I can only pray I’m not too late.I’m up at the crack of dawn, and after getting dressed, I slowly make my way down the hallway. When I walk into the kitchen and I see Fallon preparing a cup of coffee, I pause.
All I want to do is wrap her up in my arms and kiss everything better, but I know it won’t be that easy.
First things first.
I move closer, and Fallon turns toward me. The second she sees me, she drops the full cup of coffee in the sink and darts around the other side of the table. I move as quickly as I can to my left and block her way to the hallway.
I can feel the tension coming off her, and not wanting a repeat of last night, I say, “Remember what I said about us being just friends?”
“Yeah, it’s kind of hard to forget,” she bites the words out.
“I lied.” I wish I could make the past four weeks disappear.
Fallon shakes her head. “I don’t need your pity.” She darts past me, and I almost go after her, but when I see Hana waiting at the end of the hall for Fallon, I rethink myself.
Fuck, this is going to be so much harder than I thought it would be.
Fallon believed the lie I spewed, but she won’t spare a minute for the truth, and it’s so unlike her. Just another sign telling me how much she’s hurting.
I make three cups of coffee, and praying I don’t spill half of it, I carry two cups to Fallon’s room. “Hana,” I call by the closed door.
When she opens, I hold the two cups out to her. “I know it’s a shitty peace offering, but…”
“It’s a start,” Hana sasses me. “Keep making us coffee until you graduate, and we can talk again.”
I let out a chuckle. “Deal.” When she takes the coffee from me, I add, “Tell her I meant what I said.”
“Just give her time,” Hana whispers.
I nod and take a step backward. “She can have all the time she needs, but I’m done running away.”
“That’s good to hear. I really didn’t want to beat you up,” Hana admits, and it draws another chuckle from me.
“I’m glad she has you,” I say before I walk back to the kitchen to have my own coffee.Chapter 14FALLONI tried to cover the scarring as much as I could, but the more foundation I put on, the worse it looked. Feeling hopeless, I wrap a scarf around my neck to keep my hair in place because I’ll die if I have to suffer through a repeat of last night. I hardly slept, too worried about starting classes today.
My thoughts are also filled with what Kao said earlier in the kitchen.
He lied?
Ha.
I still remember clearly how he shot me down and said we’re nothing more than friends. I’m filled with guilt for the part I played in our accident, and nothing he says will make me forget that he also blames me. Rightly so, as well.
I let out an exhausted sigh. It’s only eight in the morning, and I’m already tired and emotionally drained.
‘I lied.’
Kao’s words echo through me again, but then I see the look on his face when he saw the scars. The shock and horror.
I don’t want his pity. It’s up there with the disgust I saw written all over his face.
My eyes dart to the mirror and flit over my appearance. Where I used to spend hours getting ready and loving every minute of it, I now rush through a quick routine. The less I look at myself, the better.