" I narrow my eyes at him, taking a small step backwards to put some distance between us, because his nearness is muddling me almost as much as his words.

‘He might not say or do any of those things, Kit, but he does keep his promises. He wouldn’t walk away and not come back.’

‘I did come back,’ Kit says under his breath.

I shrug. For a few moments we stand there watching each other. My fingers hurt from gripping my sides so much. I’m trying not to cry, but with each breath it feels as if the sob is going to come tearing out of me. ‘It’s too late,’ I finally say.

‘OK,’ Kit says after a beat. I watch him struggle to compose his face. ‘I’d better be going then,’ he says. ‘I’m sorry.’

And after all those words, with me watching him half in disbelief and half in horror, words rising mute up my throat and bursting silent on my tongue, I watch him walk away. Does he not see? I want to scream and call him back. I was just testing him. I don’t want him to leave. I want him to stay – to fight for me, to prove to me that he really means it, that he isn’t ever going to walk away again. But he’s failed the test.

‘That’s right,’ I whisper as he walks towards his bike. ‘Walk away. That’s what you’re good at. "

― Mila Gray , Come Back to Me (Come Back to Me, #1)