Kelly
"You must have been so bored last night." I don't really think that's what's going on, but I'm desperate. I need to push him. Make him see what he's doing. Make him tell me what's really happening—but the words are harder to say than I expected. I have to drop my face into my hands as pain splits me in half.
Dan's been telling me for years, guys only think with one head at a time.
"Kelly, no. That isn't it." There's a pleading in his voice that makes me look up. He has come close enough to touch. But his hands are fisted at his sides.
Why would he stop himself reaching out? Does he think I don't love him?
"Crash, please don't do this." I throw myself at his chest, burying my face in his collarbone and grip his waist. He stumbles back half a step.
I grab his shirt and my tears wet his chest. But he doesn't touch me.
"It's for the best."
