Page 19 of Until I Found You
“I’m sorry,” he whispers.
I close my eyes and try to gain some semblance of control, trying to avoid the tears forming in my eyes and once again hoping they don’t fall.
“I know I hurt you.” His voice breaks, as he lets out a deep breath. Neither of us move though. Neither of us try to break this connection between us. “I understand you’re still angry. I deserve it. I deserve for you to be angry with me. I just hope you know I’d give anything to take your pain away. I’m so damn sorry.”
With that, he turns and walks back to where our friends stand on the other side of the bar. His movements are confident, which are nothing like how I am feeling right now.
No, I feel like I’m on the edge of crumbling.
As much as I want to stay here, to celebrate Ellie and Callum with the rest of my friends, I just want to leave. I want to go home, nurse my wounds, and prepare to spend the weekend with our friends in Chicago.
But I don’t. Instead, I muster up every bit of strength I have in me, I follow along behind him to our friends. I’ll lick my wounds in peace tomorrow, with a pint of Ben and Jerry’s and a glass of rosé.
Tonight, I’m going to forget the ache in my heart I’ve carried for Graham Shaw and focus on being there for my friends.
