"He's going to the police, Hazel," Grey said.
The cold air numbed my face and fingers as we sat on the porch outside my house. I glanced over at him with tears in my eyes.
"I was there," Grey said, "when he confessed to you." His eyes watered as he looked at me. His expression was hollow, void of hope.
"How?" I signed, a knot in my throat growing. I was on the verge of a breakdown, because I knew what was coming—we both knew.
He shrugged, as his dam released, slow droplets traveling down his cheeks. "I have no idea. I just know that's why you've been pulling away from me this past week. And why he hasn't been sleeping well. Am I wrong?"
"No." I shook my head and stared down at my steps for a moment, regaining my bears before looking back up at him. "I told him I would destroy him if he didn't confess."
"You'd have every right." I could sense the defeat in his tone. I could feel it in every word he spoke. "I'll be moving in with my aunt tomorrow. She lives in another state, so I'll be switching schools for the rest of senior year."
I nodded and swallowed.
"I know you don't want to be with me anymore because of my father. I don't blame you. I wouldn't want to be with me either."
I was nauseous. Because it wasn't entirely true. I knew it wasn't Grey's fault that his dad was a monster. But I also felt this emotion that I couldn't put my finger on, one that told me that our relationship couldn't continue: it was wrong.
So I nodded once more.
"So, I guess this is goodbye." It burned. He stood and hesitated, I felt his eyes on the top of my head. I wanted to look up at him, grab his hand and pull him back down. I wanted to kiss him, tell him we could work it out, even beg him to stay.
But then my dad's lifeless eyes flashed in front of me, and I bowed my head, sobbing.
"I know this is incredibly selfish, but can I kiss you one last time?" he begged.
My lack of reaction was answer enough for him. He walked down the steps. As he neared his car, I stood. I couldn't let it end like this. It wasn't his fault.
I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his torso in a tight hug. He hugged me back and kissed me on the top of the head. "I love you, Hazel. I'm sorry."
I cried into his chest, my heart breaking. I loved him, too.
His father's selfishness cost me two of the most important men of my life.
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Even one reader wanting it is enough to push me forward, so I thank you!
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