Never in his life had his decision to do the right thing felt so wrong…
It was almost as though he had made everything worse.
If she had thrown herself on him or begged or apologized or cried, he wasn't certain what he would have done…
But she had done none of those things. She even thanked him and left…
Yet beneath her words, he could see that he had hurt her. Deeper than words could say.
But was that not what he wanted?
Why was he not happy about it?
For some reason, he hated how strange and quiet she had become. She didn't even breath too loudly around him, she didn't look at him, she didn't-
He shook his head to clear the thought. His future self would thank him for doing what he did, he told himself.
Theodore just stood by the corner of the ballroom, a flute of champagne dangling untouched between his fingers.
He had seen her slip out of the room and into the main house, trying not to wonder where she was running to.
