'My chest hurts.'
She was in an unfamiliar room. Somewhere that Lucas had taken her. This whole room smelled of him. Wetness fell down her cheeks making a cold trail, but Eva ignored it.
There was something about Lucas' demeanor just now, or the tone of his voice, but she felt as if she had done something to cause it. It was more than her choosing her future over him.
She could accept the fact that he said she rejected him, because in a way she had. As much as that hurt to admit to herself. No, there was something more.
This was the first time that her resolve had wavered. Like she had missed something important, but what was it? It was all well and good that she caught on to something important, but it was useless unless she knew what it was.
'If I wait here long enough, will he come back?'
