Page 59 of Unbearable
He doesn’t listen to me, the slamming of the door just as harsh as his words.
Scrambling to get out, I run after him as he stalks to his truck, my feet splashing in puddles as I do so.
“Don’t, Raven.”
He’s warning me but I’m not listening.
“Tyler, please don’t leave like this.” I’m pleading and I know I sound desperate, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t want him leaving like this.
He stops, turning to face me. I stop, too, because the anger in his eyes makes me. Icy-blue eyes pin me in the moment. “You don’t get it. You’retwentyyears old and you shouldn’t have to deal with this.” His voice breaks and I’m left wondering what the hell he’s talking about.
“Understand what?”
He doesn’t say anything. Nothing. And then he begins to walk away and I watch him, rain pelting my face, blurring my vision of him walking away from me.
As though he knows he’s made a mistake, he pauses, hesitation in his step and turns to face me wearing the same expression he wore in the car... sadness... confliction... I can’t place it.
He jogs back to me, rain blurring our vision but his eyes are alive with regret. Crying, I wrap my arms around his neck tightly. He pulls me snug against his chest. His strong arms wind around me, pressing his face against my neck.
His lips brush across my skin as he speaks softly, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” The low resonance of his voice sends shivers down my spine.
“Tyler, just tell me what’s going on with you.” Raising my hand up, I touch the side of his wet face, my other hand wrapping around his neck.
He takes my hand in his and kisses my palm after pulling it away from his face. “I don’t even know what’s going on with me anymore.”
Taking in his words, I’m not sure what to say to him when he pulls away further but stares at me.
My heart is beating so loud I fear he can hear it. Slowly, I reach out and wipe a drop of water from his nose. His eyes close tight, a sigh leaving him, and he bites the corner of his lower lip. “It’s not you though.”
My hand drops away and I take a step back. “Okay.”
For a moment, we simply stare at each other. I’m not sure what to say either. I want to know what’s going on with him but if he’s not ready to tell me, or can’t, what am I supposed to do? Maybe it’s something Holden said, or maybe it’s my college drama he can’t handle.
“I’m gonna go,” he says, nodding to his truck, rain drops dripping from his hair.
I nod, unable to say anything else.
I know Tyler well enough to know he’s not going to tell me. Not now.
