Chapter 43: Broken Eggs and Stolen French Fries
Evan
Evan could feel the color drain from his face. His palms began to sweat inside hers and she was looking so intently into his eyes. She was calm as can be. Clearly, she was about to end things with him but was not upset about it at all.
He kind of figured this would happen. That the love of his life would slip away again.
Why is this happening?
Doesn't he deserve happiness?
"Evan? Where did you go?" Shayla had removed her hand from his and was snapping her fingers in front of his face.
"Oh, sorry. I left for a minute. I'm sorry I'm not making you as happy I as I should. What can I do to change your mind? I love you. Please don't do this to me, to us."