“No,” I said. Harsh. “Just go.”
I was crying [s]harder[/s]. I never cried.
It’s hard to realize just how much you’re missing until it’s gone. Or that’s what they say right?
“Arion?” He was staring at me like I was about to cry or something. I was so not going to cry.
I was crying. Dammit. I was crying.
It smelled like his sweaters, like the one on
the couch, or the one in my room on my bed.
“No,” I said. Harsh. “Just go.”