BELLA
"I'll still hold you when you cry for him..."
How could he?
Tears spilled from my eyes as the room filled with my sobs, my hands desperately clinging onto his shirt. He ran his hand through my hair, shushing, while the other held me up to prevent me from collapsing onto the floor. For quite some time, none of us said a word.
Then, I finally found the courage to speak.
"I'm so sorry," I cried, pulling away to look up at him.
My heart shattered when I saw his face. Tears streaked his cheeks, yet he gave me a soft, comforting smile.
Was that really how much he loved me?
Was I giving up on him, for someone who wasn't even bothered by my presence? For someone who didn't even fight for me?
"Jason," I said again, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry..."
He shook his head, sniffing, as h
