Virginia
After Ronan had rejected my advances, I had walked out if his office with no destination planned for. I had just wanted to escape the humiliation. I found my way to the garden, found a hidden spot and allowed the tears to flow. There was nobody who was going to see. I still replayed the scene in my head. I had not read the signal wrong. I had leaned in, slow enough that he could have stopped me, slow enough that I had told myself that he wanted it too. I was a fool. The look in his eyes would haunt me forever.
They had been soft when he pulled back, which was almost worse than if they had been cold. Soft meant pity. It meant he saw me and he still didn’t want me. I had done everything right and that was the worst part. I had been patient and present. I had stood by Ronan throu
