He'd lost a lot of weight, and there was stubble all over his jaw.His eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept properly in a long time.His gaze sharpened when he saw me, and his eyes lit up.He came running over and reached for my hands. "Chloe."I quietly stepped back, out of his reach.His hand froze in midair, then closed. He looked at me, hurt."You don't want me anymore?"In the light of the sunset over the water, he looked even more haggard.I looked at him and said nothing.During those first nights after I left him, I thought about him constantly. I remembered every kind thing he'd done for me, every little detail of our time together.I'd wonder what he was doing, whether he ever thought about me, and whether he regretted losing me.Getting over him was brutal. Night after night, I couldn't sleep.If he'd shown up in front of me then, I'd have cried and forgiven him.Time had a way of dulling even the deepest pain.Now, looking at him felt like passing a wolf I'd never met
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