Page 27 of Breathing Wisteria
“I’m sorry. What I said to you that day was—” She shakes her head, worrying her bottom lip. “It was cruel. So cruel.”
“It was true.” This isn’t a conversation I want to have right now. “Anyway—”
“It’s not true, Flynn. It’s not.” She leans forward, her face animated. “Please tell me you haven’t believed that all these years?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, it does. God,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry.”
I clear my throat, not knowing what to say. Which, I’m pretty sure is a first for me.
“Flynn.” There’s an urgency in her voice that draws my eyes back to her. “I never really hated you, or blamed you, or-or, I don’t know! I was just so fucking angry, and it hurt so much, but if I focused on hating you then I didn’t have to think about how much I wished I had died that night too.” Her voice breaks off with a choked cry. “I wanted her so much, Flynn, and hating you hurt less than missing her. But I’m so sorry I pushed you away, because losing you?” Tears slide down her cheeks and she wipes them away, frustratedly. “Losing you as well, that broke me.”
