Will
Summary
"But Will..." I whisper as he stops, his hand on the doorknob, facing down.
"what." He croaks.
"I thought you loved me." I say, the tears collecting in my eyes, ready to spill out.
"I do." He says walking out.
And as much as I hate to admit it, I doubt he's coming back.
"what." He croaks.
"I thought you loved me." I say, the tears collecting in my eyes, ready to spill out.
"I do." He says walking out.
And as much as I hate to admit it, I doubt he's coming back.
