Monday morning Killian waited out front and followed me when I took off running. He didn't say anything, just kept pace. I kept him in my peripheral vision even if I didn't mean too. It was chilly and looked like rain was heading in.
He stopped at the five-mile mark, slightly shorter than the distance he normally ran, and went back the way he came. I continued and finished my run before the rain began.
Killian waited at my door.
I looked at him. "Nothing's changed, Killian. This won't work."
I watched him close his eyes for a moment before opening them and giving me the smallest hint of dimples.
"I won't give up, Rebecca, though I know I deserve everything you're putting me through."
My rage kicked in. "You have no idea what you've put me through. How many tears I've cried or how many times I'd give anything to be in your arms one last time. I'm broken, Killian. You broke me. I don't want the pain that goes along with being your girlfriend."
