SARAH
Pain shoots from my chest, all the way to my stomach. It’s really hard, but I look away from him and swallow the lump that forms in my throat while fighting the tears that sting the corners of my eyes.
Don’t you dare cry, Sarah. Don’t you dare f*****g cry.
I shouldn’t. I know I f*****g shouldn’t, but my eyes lock with his again. Ronan’s electric blue orbs are gentle, patient, like he’s waiting for me to come to him, to say something.
I bite my lip, urging myself to shut the f**k up.
Can he…can he really not see? Can he truly not see how they’re slowly putting back every broken piece of me? Can he truly not see that I’m…
That I’m…
I sniff in again and shake my head, trying–and failing–to be unbothered by the silence that’s stretched long between us.
He’s not urging or ru
