She's happier without me, Seron thought, and the thought landed like a physical blow. She has everything. A company. The son. Max. She glows in every room she walks into, and I am standing out here in the dark, still hoping she'll remember loving me, when the truth is she's better off that she doesn't.
Acacia found him there twenty minutes later, still staring at the door Ruby had disappeared through.
"You're pathetic," she said, though her voice cracked slightly on the word, betraying more than she wanted it to.
"Acacia,"
"No." She crossed her arms tight against her chest, like she was trying to hold herself together by force.
"I have watched you fight for months. I have watched you get accused of things, defend yourself, come back from every single confrontation still standing at my side, and I let myself believe," her voice broke fully now, and she hated it, hated herself for it,
"I let myself believe that meant something. Those were the days we had."
