"Yeah, well, I'm not fucking heartless," I muttered, leaning there in the doorway, with my arms folded.

I felt like I should've told him I was sorry, but I didn't know where to start. Sorry for the last year, sorry for the time before it, sorry for walking out, sorry for making promises that I'd wanted to keep... God, I'd wanted to keep them, I still wanted to keep them, but I just... couldn't. Sorry for all of it.

But sorry didn't mean shit. So, I kept my mouth shut.