"Hey," Bruce lifted his head to look at her. "I think you dropped this," Sarah held out the necklace.
"Keep it. I don't need it anymore," he said quietly. Sarah's heart twitched as she looked at his face. She had never seen him look so sad before. He was always loud and cheerful, so this was disheartening. He looked so pitiful. Like a little boy.
"Are you okay?" she asked and touched his arm.
"I'm not okay. She hates me," Bruce looked away to avoid her eyes. His green eyes looked glittering as if tears would fall off. Sarah couldn't imagine the big ole, tough-looking Bruce crying over a girl.
"She doesn't hate you! She just wants different things than you, that's all," Sarah insisted. She stroked his arm in an attempt to comfort him. She didn't know why she bothered in the first place.
