129. Luther
Luther
I couldn’t have heard her right.
“Stay?”
She nods against me.
I close my eyes as my head tips forward. “Are you sure?”
She nods again. “I’d like you to stay.”
I hold her tighter as the rope of despair loosens from around my neck.
If she’s letting me stay. If she wants me to stay…
Maybe there’s hope that I haven’t broken everything.
Maybe I’m not too late.
I want to tell her I love her. Want to tell her I’ve loved her this whole time.
Beg her to believe me.
But that’s just it. I need her to believe me when I say it.
And I don’t think she would right now.
I poisoned the trust she had in me, and I need to earn it back.
So instead of telling her how much I love her, I press my lips to the top of her head.