"You had a boyfriend that day. You turned me down on your own birthday. What's there to be upset about now?"
Lena pounded her fists against his chest.
"You jerk. Curtis Fox, you're such a jerk!"
Then she threw herself into his arms and sobbed harder.
"I'm sick. I didn't want to drag you down with me. I thought I was strong enough to let go, but I can't stop thinking about you. What am I supposed to do?"
"Curtis, watching you marry another woman is killing me."
"Curtis, I love you. Every single day since we parted, I have never stopped loving you."
Tears streaked her face like rain on pear blossoms as she tilted her chin up, rose onto her toes, and brought her lips to his.
Every muscle in Curtis's body went rigid. The veins on the backs of his hands stood out like cords.
Then he shoved her against the wall and kissed her back, hard.
"Lena, I love you too."
The most devastating love confession two reunited hearts could share.
I walked toward them, one slow step at a time.
Lena saw me first. She straightened, composed herself.
Curtis followed her gaze, and the color drained from his face.
"Willow, let me explain—"
I stood perfectly still, perfectly quiet. And he couldn't get out another word.