"But I also love you, Fin. I'm s-s-sorry."
"BULLSHIT." He was screaming now and the screaming was so wrong on him that it sounded like watching a cathedral collapse. "I would rather have lost you the way I lost her. Because at least that ended."
The sentence fell.
It fell like a blade into water. Clean. Devastating. The kind of truth that only surfaces when pain has burned through every filter and the raw nerve underneath speaks a language that politeness has never learned.
Serena's chest caved.
"I'm sorry, Fin. I want you to be happy and I hate that this is because of me. You're the last p-p-person I wanted to-"
He held up a hand cutting her off.
"Get the fuck out."
Tears fell freely.
"Fin—"
"I said get out." He slammed his hand on the desk hard. "What part of that is confusing you?"
The sound rang off the stone walls like a gunshot.
