I tore through the park, ignoring the surprised looks on people’s faces, and sprinted into the glade. I skidded to a stop, looking around desperately, but there was no friendly face waiting for me, no slight curve of soft lips to welcome me back. I felt what was left of my heart dying, and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to trap the tears on the inside. I turned around to go, but like a phoenix, my heart was born again in an inferno of happiness as I saw Nate walking into the glade.
“I’m sorry,