“Harry.” I gasped.
I shut the door behind me, pulling the curtain down. I began my stride up to him when he placed his hands in front of me.
“Wait.” He whispered.
I searched his eyes desperately seeking an answer.
“We...we...we can’t.” He said. I felt my shoulders slump. “I’m sorry.” He sighed.
“What do you mean...we can’t?”
“We just can’t.”
Why couldn’t he just remember who I was, who we were, how I had felt with him?
Why was he acting like such an...adult?
He moved away from me, picked up his bag and walked out the door.