C25 Lowell

I don’t want to keep going until we hurt each other. My words rang in my ears. But I was already hurting. I felt as if I’d ripped out my own heart.
I shut my eyes tight against the image of Kyle looking at me like that—betrayed, shirtless, standing in the rain. But of course shutting my eyes couldn’t stop the images from playing in my head.
I’d never hated myself as much as I did in that moment