Norris Moore was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes dropped slightly, a lonely smile crossing his lips—his voice so light it was nearly unrecognizable, "If I'm not good to you... who else would I be good to."
After finishing her words, she walked out.
Trenton Smith hadn't quite caught what she said; he just lifted his head to watch her retreating figure. It wasn't until she completely disappeared from his view that he lay back down, feeling quite deflated.
Why had he let her leave when he so dearly wanted her to stay, even if it was just for one day?
While Norris was still there, he could reason clearly, but as soon as she left, an endless stream of regrets began to surface.
He really had a sharp tongue. Trenton cursed himself; she had finally come to visit him and he had ended up driving her away.
Why hadn't he just kept his mouth shut?
Trenton leaned back on the bed, feeling somewhat sulky.
