But he took a step back.
And I was split in two. He never retracted from my touch. Even when we can't touch. Never.
It hurts more than anything hurts anyone. Rail. My voice is cut off from a whisper.
But he just shook his head, keeping his hands between us.
"I need some time," he said, and left the bedroom.
"No, Ray. Please…" I called after him, in disbelief.
He wouldn't go.
He wouldn't leave me.
The latch of the drawing room door rattled shut, shattering any illusions of disbelief that still hung over me.
I'm devastated, falling to the ground in a puddle of tears.
I hug my knees and cry to the ceiling.
Danica and Jon run towards me but their touch burns for all the reasons I don't deserve comfort. Each time they tried, I started shaking and crying more.
I don't deserve their comfort.
I ruined everything.
God, how could I be so careless? Very thoughtless.
Hurting Ray was the last thing I wanted.
