Hannah’s POV
I adjust our position so that I can face him, his features no longer hidden by the bright sky. I added space between us, not having realized how little there was. I doubt there is any kind of preparation I could have done to prepare myself for whatever he has to say, so I try to remind myself to be as open as I can and try to see myself as a young impressionable, if not at times, stupid teenager.
He exhales, seeming to need to gather himself as well. He runs his fingers through his hair, trying to distract me from what his mouth is about to say.
