Chapter 4

“It doesn’t matter what I want. You have to go.”

“You don’t, at least. Thank God I didn’t screw everything up for you here.”

“Yeah. Thank God.”

“Tell me I can come back, though…or swear you’ll come to me. Just tell me we can have another chance. I love you.”

Angel wouldn’t say the three words back to me. “I hate this feeling,” he said instead. “All of them…how they get all mixed up whenever I’m with you. I can’t do it anymore. You’re all out of chances, Noah.” Then, as the train pulled in, he touched my cheek one final time before turning his back to say the word I dreaded most. “Goodbye.”

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“I don’t like to remember the last time Angel touched me.” That was the all I offered Troy as I returned from the journey I’d taken in my mind. “But I can…quite vividly.” My hand hadn’t moved from my cheek.