"Yeah, well, I have to apologize," I said.
"Have to," she halfheartedly huffed out. "I'll tell them that you did. So please just go."
"Why?" I asked, not moving from my spot.
"Because I'm mad at you, and you don't want to be here anyway," she said.
I was silent for a moment as I watched her. She refused to look at me and tears were still streaming down her face. She was silent other than sniffling here and there. When she wrapped her arms around herself with a look on her face that seemed like she was trying to hold herself together, something in me snapped.
I moved from the door to her bed. Blythe didn't move, even when I sat down next to her. She sniffled again, and I reached up to brush some of her tears away.
"You look pretty when you cry," I blurted.
My face heated instantly. I
