Broken Boulder we walk the hillside, lost souls in the moonlight

I ran away from him, The words dripped with bitter regret, an emotion he didn't even try to mask. Let her hate him for it; he knew she would. How could she not? He was looking for me— over a year later. A year too late.
He wasn't paying attention to her, now. All he registered was the mixture of hurt and anger pulsing through his veins, tainting every thought. He just expects me to— to forget that I wasn't good enough the first time. Just because he decided I'm worth something now. And the worst part is— Another sob cut through his words. I want to.
But I can't. I mean, I shouldn't— right? Now he looked to his sister, gaze raw and questioning. He needed something, anything— anything to tell him where to go from here.