She felt cold, and she felt like someone had just punched her in the gut. She turned her eyes away just after he did, even now willing and wanting to spare him the expression she knew had contorted her features.
Nodding her head, she dropped her eyes and reasoned she should have stopped this conversation before it had even really started.
Because really, what had she expected? Things wouldn't go back to the way they'd been. Not now. Not ever.
She slowed her steps to let him pull ahead, emerald eyes focused on the ground before her feet. It was like opening the old wound all over again, stirring up all the hurt feelings.
Swallowing hard, she turned down a corridor at random, wanting now only to put distance between them, to be alone with her hurt.