ISLA “Don't touch me.” His hand froze mid-air. His gaze dropped slowly and he retracted his hand. He closed the balm and dropped it on the bed. “Will you at least promise to use it?” His flickered back to my face. In their depths, I could see the guilt swirling. A scoff fell off my lips. “If this is your attempt to erase your guilt, then I'll tell you it's pathetic,” I spat. “I will never forgive you for what you did to me.” “My feelings don't really matter, Isla,” he sighed, turning away from me. I stared at his back, contemplating asking him to look me in the face and say whatever he had to say. “I'm not trying to erase what I did. I see it every time I look at you. I know it's going to haunt me forever…” The words made my stomach twist so hard that I almost couldn't breathe. “I just don't want you to look at yourself that way,” he said and my heart squeezed. My stomach clenched. I shook my head rapidly feeling the familiar sting in my eyes. I couldn't let him get to m
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