My voice cracks as emotion claws at me.
“And you’re the one who created a massive storm that tore my life apart the way that rainy day ruined our picnic. I see nothing but pain when I look back at our relationship, and that’s all your fault, Jack, so don’t come in here trying to fix things,” I growl, stabbing my finger into his chest. He needs to realize that this will never happen again, not even if I’ve gone crazy.
He’s made his bed, so now he must lie in it.
“There is nothing you can do to fix something so irrevocably broken. It’s gone, spread like ashes on the wind with no chance of coming back,” I tell him. My eyes bore into his, trying to communicate the permanency of my words. If he doesn’t understand this, then there’s no helping him.
The disgusted anger that clogs my throa
