ROMAN'S POV
“Ruby, hold on. Don’t go yet. Don’t we need to… like… talk?” I asked, hoping she would agree.
Instead, she shook her head, trying to free herself from my grip. “I don’t think we have much to say. I would have said it was nice seeing you after all these years, but your presence just made things more complicated.
Saying those words, I felt the same way I had felt over 7 years ago.
As soon as she said those words, she turned to her children. “Come on, my loves. Let’s go home.”
As they turned away, her soft voice echoed amidst the chaos of my heart. I stood frozen, watching her disappear with children clasped tightly in her hands.
I stood rooted to the spot, the initial intention of heading to the restroom long forgotten. Now, all I could think of was her, of going after her, and not letting this opportunity slip through my fingers once again.
Memories of that one day we spent flooded my mind.
The day I hurt her, the way it all went down seven years ago. She stood there,
