Part 26 (1/2)

Then, he tilts my head back so that I can see his eyes. ”I hope you can forgive me, but I did something incredibly stupid.” The corner of his mouth lifts. Uncertainty lines his gaze. ”I wrote a letter of resignation and put it on Strictland's desk.

”I can't do this anymore. Every time I see you, it's like I've had my heart ripped out of my chest. I can't eat, I can't sleep. It's not a crush. It was never a crush. I love you, Sidney. I took too long to say it. I took too long to fix this, but I choose you.”

My jaw drops. ”You quit?” He nods. My eyebrows creep up my face. Shocked silence encases me. When I finally try to speak, a loud sobbish-sounding laugh comes out of my mouth. I throw my arms around his neck and hold on tight. Peter presses his body against mine and lifts me off my feet. He swings me around once. I shriek and laugh. ”But, you can't do that!”

When Peter puts me down, he's smiling. ”I already did. I wrote a letter of resignation and slipped it under her door.” I turn to go inside. I have to get that letter back. I'm so happy he chose me, but I can't let him do this.

When I try to go inside, Peter reaches for me. His fingers wrap around my arm. Ice shoots into my stomach. This is unreal. My pulse pounds harder. I can't let him do this. ”Sidney, her office door is locked. I can't take it back and I don't want to.”

He's quiet for a moment and his hands release me. I can still feel his palm against my arm. I can't swallow. The moment pa.s.ses slowly, as if time isn't real. Peter opens his mouth to say something. I do the same. Neither of us speaks. My skin is covered in chills that won't go away. I rub my hands over my arms, trying to chase the panicked feeling away, but it won't abate.

I'm scared out of my mind, and it's not the normal someone-is-hiding-under-the-bed scared, it's different. There are no hands strangling me, but I can't swallow. There is no tape over my mouth, but I can't breathe. There is no bullet in my heart, but I swear to G.o.d that it stops pounding. The weight of my gaze is pulled toward the ground. I can't lift my face. I can't look at him. Terror, fear, and joy all collide. I can't make my mouth form words. I'm twisting my hands so hard that they burn.

Peter's head hangs forward. Instead of giving his hands rope burn, his are shoved into his pockets. He inhales deeply, but his breaths are shaky. I wonder if he's as nervous as I am. This feels like one of those moments when everything matters. It's a crossroads where taking the wrong path will be devastating. I chose the wrong path once. It nearly destroyed me.

I glance back at the doors behind Peter. I can't let him do this. There's an ache that grows larger and larger in the center of my chest, as I think about what he's done and what it means. He gave up everything for me. My lips part and I'm about to speak, but he cuts me off.

His voice is so soft. ”It's too late to take back your 'I love you.'” When he lifts his blue gaze, my hands start to shake. I hold them tighter, twisting them harder.

Looking straight into those haunted eyes, I say, ”I'll never take that back. I love you. I love you so much.”

”I love you, too. I'm sorry that I was so stupid. It took me way too long to do something.”

I shake my head. ”You shouldn't have.”

Peter places his hands on my shoulders and steps toward me. Looking down into my face, pressing his forehead against mine, he says, ”I had to. I couldn't lose you. Please tell me that I didn't lose you.” Peter's eyes are lowered to my lips. He watches me for a second and I feel it.

This is the moment that matters. What I say now will change everything. He quit so he could be with me. He resigned. I feel so guilty and so glad. I'm an emotional train wreck. My engine is derailed and there's baggage everywhere-nightmares, worries, and regrets litter my mind. I've not felt like this about anyone. I never thought I'd have this chance. It was taken from me by someone I trusted. I wonder if I can really do it, if I can move on. I want to. I want to take the chance so badly I can feel it burning inside of me. Flames lick from my toes to my fingertips, urging me to move, to throw my arms around Peter and tell him how much he means to me.

But, I can't. I gasp and my gaze falls to his chest. There are so many reasons why. Each one clangs loudly inside my mind, vying for attention, promising nothing but pain. It's not that I don't want him, I do. It's that I know what this means, what that letter of resignation did. I could go back to his place right now. I could fall into his arms and let him love me until morning. I could show him how I feel about him. It's those thoughts that scare me. The door was opened. There's nothing holding us back, nothing keeping us apart. That makes it so much easier to see the obstacle blocking my path. I feel the scars burn, as if they might start bleeding. I'm not who I was. Pretending that I can be won't change things. I know now. I can't be with him, not that way. The thought terrifies me. Tears streak from the corners of my eyes. They sting and dampen my face. I open my mouth to say it, but Peter shakes his head. The look in his eyes rips me apart, but I have to say it. There's no future for us.

Peter steps back from me. ”No. Don't say it. Sidney, give us a chance.”

”I can't.” My voice is barely a breath. ”I can't be with you. I can't move on. And I can't take you down with me. I'm so sorry...So sorry.” I grab my things and walk away with tears blurring my vision. Peter calls out, but he doesn't chase me down the steps. He watches me leave. He watches his biggest mistake walk away.

CHAPTER 23

I haven't said his name in years, not even inside my mind. It's like summoning him, and every bad thing that happened to me while I was with him, with Dean. I wipe the tears from my eyes with the back of my hands.

As I ran down the front steps, I felt Peter's eyes on me, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. I already ruined my life, I can't ruin his. By the time I get to the bottom of the ma.s.sive staircase and turn back, Peter is gone. I never heard him leave, never heard the click of the doors. He left without a sound. It makes me want to cry more. My vision is blurry. I can't see a d.a.m.n thing.

Yanking a tissue from my book bag, I fumble it and nearly drop everything on the ground. A few pens and Millie's pepper spray rolls out the side. I sweep them back in, not paying attention. I'm shaking. Every ounce of me wants to fall down on the gra.s.s and cry-cry because I'm too afraid to move forward, cry because I can't get over my past. I swallow hard and glance back up at the steps. Peter was willing to try.

But his pain is different, I think. She didn't tie him to a seat and scratch his skin with his knife. She didn't press harder to see if he cried. She didn't use her strength to take what she wanted. She didn't do things like that. His pain is different. It has to be.

I can't relive those nightmares. That's what being with Peter will do. I take a few breaths and steady myself. I drove over to this side of campus and need to get back to the dorm. I don't want gla.s.sy red eyes when I walk inside. Everyone will want to know what happened.