#Chapter315
He sounds so cold, and not like my Arry at all and it’s breaking my heart. This isn’t a bickering fight and sometime apart I am dealing with. Arry is done with me and my behavior and he doesn’t look overly interested in talking it out. I hurt him more than even I have comprehended, and my heart aches with complete remorse. My throat goes dry with nerves and a longing to touch him when he is this close.
I blink back my tears and try for a smile, trying to appear unaffected by the cutting words and remind myself of my plan to put things right. I ignore his sarcasm, because I know he’s trying to wound me an ounce of how I’ve hurt him, and I look away from the way he’s intensely staring at me, all adoration devoid in the icy look.
Amanda has the sense to quietly move and wander off in the direction of the suited people nearby and Arrick sighs heavily as I stand there, lost for words.
