The rain pounded against my skin, making the fabric of the towel stuck on my skin like it belonged on it. It was cold, but the storm wasn't what made me shiver… it was the gnawing thought in my chest.
What if Axel couldn't forgive me?
I'd been wrong. So wrong. I couldn't believe it, but I'd doubted him when I should have trusted him. He had tried to help me, tried to tell me the truth, and I had thrown it all back in his face, convinced he was part of some game of hearts.
What if I've lost him forever?
The thought pushed me forward. I didn't think, didn't pause to even consider the consequences. I just needed to see him. To explain. Maybe he'd listen, maybe he wouldn't. But I had to try.
I ran out into the night, the cold droplets stinging my face like tiny needles. My bare feet splashed in the puddles, and I didn't care. Every step was a small piece of redemption, and I wasn't going to stop. The world was a blur around me with my heartbeats drumming in my ears.
