Page 72 of Turning the Tide

He sighs, "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable it's just how I was feeling."

I let out a growl, "You think I don't see you in her? I've seen you in her every day for the last six years."

His blue eyes stop at mine, and I see it. I always see it.

"I'm sorry."

I nod, "I know."

Our breath mixes, and I feel a little lightheaded. Honestly, it's like the room is spinning when I know damn well we're sitting still. He tilts his forehead against mine, and I jerk away.

I can't kiss him.

"Hanna—"

I snap back, pulling myself from his personal space, "No. We can't… I can't do this. You left Jameson, you said… well, you said that you..."

"I know what I said," he interrupts, "I said what needed to be said, but that doesn't mean I meant it. That doesn't mean I felt it."

"Why, then? Why push me away like that?"

"I thought I was doing what was best for you."

"If I had told you about Ellie that day like I'd planned, would you have still said those things?"

His face falls, "I'm so sorry, Han. I didn't know what you were going through. I don't know what I would've done."

"So when you said you didn't love me?"

"I lied."

His confession forces the two separate pieces of my heart back together.