Jessamyn felt a pang of guilt as she watched him walk away, his steps heavy with resignation. She wanted to say something to ease his pain, but she knew any words would sound hollow.
But then, she didn't want to feel guilty, after all, he didn't love her either. He talked about a possibility and not a fact. Why was she the only one feeling guilty?
The pain in Jerrick's eyes haunted her, a reminder of the hurt she had caused. But she couldn't allow herself to feel anything for him. Not now, not ever.
She sighed, watching him leave. He stood by the door, his hand resting on the threshold rubbed his injured leg, and then with a slight limp walked away.
Jessamyn observed him, her resolve wavering already seeing him hurt. He couldn't stay out in the open in this condition. She ran behind him and caught up with him.
