~*Bella*~
The silence was deafening. My legs were shaking, my stomach was lurching, and the urge to throw up was increasing by the second….
The exact same seconds, in fact, were disappearing at an alarming rate on the clock that I could hear quietly ticking on the wall behind us.
He was squeezing my hand and looking right at me. So why wasn't he seeing me? Couldn't he tell? Didn't he know? I don't want this; not here, not now, not like this, and not with him.
"I'm sorry Jake, but I can't."
He opened his mouth, but, before he could get his words out, it was too late. I'd pulled my hand from his and was heading for the door I'd come through not even 30 minutes ago.
Only this time I wasn't walking. I was running.
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