"I'll never forgive myself for what I did to you."
"I've forgiven you. Actually, scratch that, because there's nothing to forgive. It was an accident. You're being too hard on yourself."
"You wouldn't open your eyes. I was yelling your name and you just laid there. Penny so many thoughts went through my head."
"It's over. Please stop, I don't want to hear about it." I let go of his hand and touched my forehead. It was hurting more and more as I sat there.
"I'm sorry." He looked distraught.
"It's just a headache. I'm okay." I took a deep breath. I needed to tell him that I wanted to be with Professor Hunter. But he looked so upset. And he was barely wearing any clothes. I closed my eyes. "I heard you playing your guitar."
"Oh. Yeah."
I opened my eyes. "What was the song? I didn't recognize it. But it was beautiful."
"I wrote it."
"It sounded sad." I wanted to cry. I swallowed hard. This was so painful.
"Does he know you're here? I'm pretty sure he'd come back and break my nose again if he knew you were talking to me." Tyler gave me a small smile. I could tell that smiling hurt his nose.
"He doesn't know."
"Did you walk here? I feel like you shouldn't be walking around by yourself."
"Tyler, I'm fine. I needed to come talk to you."
"I guess you and Professor Hunter had some time to talk then?"
"Time to argue, yes."
"I want you to be happy."
I shifted in my seat. "He told me that he stopped talking to me because he thought he wasn't good for me. It wasn't because he didn't want me. He was being...selfless."
"And you believe him?"
"I'm choosing to. I want to believe him. You were right. I'm still in love with him."
Tyler nodded his head.
"It's hard, because I do have feelings for you."
"I know." He leaned in and placed a soft kiss against my lips. "But you don't love me."
"I do love you. I love who you are as a person. But I'm not in love with you."
He nodded.
"I'm sorry."
"I could tell you weren't over him. If I had agreed to be your boyfriend, would things be different right now?"
I shook my head. "I don't think so."
"Tyler?" A girl’s voice sounded from upstairs.
"I'll be right there!" he called back. He grabbed my hand. "It's not what you think."
