RENNIE’S POV The rain kept falling, soaking my hair flat against my skin as I stared at him, his fists clenched like they were the only thing keeping him from collapsing, the rain mixing with his tears — it felt like he was crying, though he would never admit he cried — even with the sting of the slap I gave him still fresh on his cheek. He didn’t flinch or raise a hand or speak, only breathed like every breath hurt. Just when I turned to leave, trying to step back into the night away from everything he broke in me, he reached for me, his hand wrapping gently around my wrist — not forcefully, not commanding — just enough to turn me around, just enough to say, “Don’t walk away.” He stared into my eyes intently, then kissed me — not a kiss of passion but a kiss of pain, a kiss of apology, a kiss of reconciliation whispering, “I know it’s all ruined, but I’m here to fix it,” as if his mouth begged for another chance his pride refused to voice. I didn’t want to respond, but I did
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