She was out the door before he could say anything else, without giving him a chance to plead his case and ask for her understanding. There was little hope he would have gotten it in the first place.
He knew she wouldn't be comfortable if she found out he was gay, but he wasn't prepared to be so rejected. She could barely look at him.
Jason stood and went toward the door. He needed to go after her, make her listen. It was when his hand touched the door handle that panic started to settle in. He didn't know what he was doing, what if he screwed it up? What if he made it worse? "I can't..." He couldn't let her go, but what if she truly was done with him? "I can't breathe..."