Claire's POV
""Please, don't leave," he begged. "I'm so sorry for everything. Don't leave, please."
I blinked up at him, my mother standing behind me. I could feel her eyes on the back of my head, sharp and disapproving, but Louis didn't flinch.
He held my gaze like nothing else in the world existed.
"What are you doing here, Louis?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"I'm here for you. I'm here to make things right. To ask for your forgiveness." His brows pulled together with every word, every breath. "Please, don't leave."
My mother coughed behind me. "I think I'll excuse you both for a while."
I turned to watch her disappear through the entrance door, grateful and terrified at the same time.
When I turned back to him, he was already stalking closer. I love back a step.
"What are you talking about," I asked.
The words came out quieter than I intended. Weaker. I hated that.
