He pulled away after a moment, his eyes wide as his nose brushed hers. There was a pause before he stepped away, shaking his head. “I’m... I’m sorry.”
He glanced at her, looking very worried. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I just miss you so much, and I’m trying to figure this all out.”
He said nothing, looking down st the ground. When he spoke again, there was a slight edge of humor, but it was thinly masking a deep sadness. “If you’re going to kill me, can you just do it already?”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “Please don’t apologize. It’s my head. I can’t be logical about you anymore. It’s not you.”
He looked at her longingly, his brows furrowing. “I miss you too,” he said quietly, looking down. A scar on his wrist caught his eye and he frowned before shaking his head. “We should move on.@
He took it, his fingers fitting perfectly with hers except for the fact that his hands were trembling.
She squeezed his hand before letting go, folding her hands behind her back. "What did you do with the flower crown you made me?"
