" Wow.You two seem to be right as rain again," Cole said from behind us. I could hear the undercurrent of rage beneath his voice. "I hate to interrupt this sudden case of the touchy-feelies, but with the three of us standing here, it almost feels like that spring day so long ago.Almost as if Jack hand't left for camp.Almost as if Jack had nothing to do with you going under,Nik."
Jack winced, but he kept his eyes on me.
"You should've seen her.Did you know that when she left your dorm that night, she came straight to me? Begged to go with me. Barely able to breathe for the pain." He enunciated each word.
I studied Jack's face and shook my head. Jack dropped his arm from my shoulders. "You never let me explain. I ran to you,but you drove off.You didn't trust me."
There was silence for a few long moments.
"Would either of you care to know my opinion?" Cole said.
"Shut up," we replied at the same time.
Cole shrugged. "You know where to find me." He turned and walked across the parking lot to the sidewalk that led around the corner of the post office. I watched him until he disappeared, than I faced Jack again.
Jack rougly ran both of his hands through his hair. "This is a mess." It sounded like he was talking to himself, not to me. "I know how it looked, but you should've let me explain. I hated you for leaving." He looked up at the sky. "I hated you."
Jack took a step backward, away from me, and as he did,a voice called out to us. "Don't let him drive you apart!"
We both turned toward the sound. Mary was sitting on a bench under the shelter of the bus stop. I hadn
t noticed her before.She'd been watching us.
She stood and came over. "That's what he wants. He's scared of anchors. I told you I have a theory about anchors. "

― Brodi Ashton , Everneath (Everneath, #1)