Will
I couldn't look away from her.
And I'd bet my entire fortune that nobody else on set could either. The sheer agony on her face was reason enough to be transfixed, but what followed was such raw, gut-wrenching emotion that it hurt to breathe, and it only got worse as she fell against the sand.
I flinched and dug my fingers into my palms, ready to spring into action to save her from the stares - from the world.
It went against every fiber of my being to watch her hurt in that way, to see the real Angelica - the one I had fallen for - expose herself to all of these strangers - the world - to the very people who stoned her when she came clean about who she really was.
When she came clean about our breakup.
The drugs.
Everything.
She didn't owe them shit.
She didn't owe me either.
And yet she was giving us everything.