Page 69 of Your Echo
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“I’m sorry,” I blurt, after several minutes have passed and I can’t take the silence. “I did it again, didn’t I? Dumped all my drama on you. I should have waited. It’s just, I’ve never told anyone about that day and—”
“I have to go.”
Ace pulls his hand out of my grasp and stands up, his back to me. His shoulders rise and fall, and I swear I see them shaking.
“Ace.” I sound as broken as I feel. “Please. I’m sorry. I’m sorry if I upset you. Please just stay.”
“I...”
His fists clench and unclench. I can see it for sure now: he’s shaking.
“I have to go.”
He leaves me sitting there, my heart carved wide open and dripping onto the ground.
