Louis' POV
Fuck fuck fuck.
I'd done it again. Why did I just stupidly do that?
I close my door and stay standing there for a moment, not moving.
I have messed up big time. That was not how it was supposed to go. That wasn't how I planned for it to go.
Claire's face keeps replaying in my head. The way she looked when I slid the box across the table. The way her words stopped before they could finish forming.
She should have been elated, smiling and happy.
I should have let her speak. I should have let her explain what happened.
Maybe I could find some more clarity with the Jax situation.
But I didn't. I really couldn't.
I was scared. That's a strange feeling I wasn't accustomed to. I was never scared.
But I was then. Fuck, I was terrified.
In my head, I didn't want her to explain anything because there was a chance I wouldn't like what her explanation was. If she was still involved with him. If they had a thing in the past.
