Page 87 of SIN Looks Good On Us!

"I can try."

"I don't want you to try!" I zipped the second bag and slung it over my shoulder, grabbing the first one right after. "I want you to let me leave without making this harder than it already is."

"I can't just let you walk out that door."

"You don't have a choice."

"Kaior, please." He grabbed my arm as I tried to pass him, desperation written all over his face. "I'm begging you. Don't do this."

"Let go of me."

"Just hear me out—"

"Kyrie, let go!"

I yanked myself free and pushed past him without looking back. I walked straight to my car, popped the trunk, and threw both bags inside before slamming it shut.

"Kaior, please!" He followed me out into the driveway barefoot. "Just talk to me for one second!"

"There's nothing left to talk about."

"There's everything left to talk about!" His voice cracked, desperation bleeding into every word. "Three years, Kaior! You're just gonna throw that away?"

"You threw it away, Kyrie. I'm just the one walking out the door. And tell Talia, when I catch her, I’m beating her ass."

I turned around and walked back into the house without saying a word. I still had more to pack, and listening to Kyrie wasn't going to make any of it go faster.

"Kaior, don't walk away from me."

I didn't answer, just went straight to the bedroom closet and pulled the suitcase down from the top shelf, unzipping it on the bed and starting to fill it with whatever was left, sweaters, shoes, the jewelry box sitting on the dresser.

He appeared in the doorway again, chest heaving like he had run a marathon.

"Kaior."

"I'm almost done." I didn't look up, just kept folding, kept packing, needing my hands busy so I didn't have to think too hard about how much of my life was sitting in these bags.

"Please don't do this."

"I already did it, Kyrie." I zipped the suitcase closed and hauled it off the bed, setting it upright on its wheels. "You just weren't paying attention when it happened."

I grabbed the handle of the suitcase and turned to walk out, but he moved faster than I expected, grabbing my arm and pulling me back toward him.

"Kyrie, let go of me!"

"Just wait,” he begged. “Please, just wait one second."

"Let me go!"

He didn't. He backed me toward the bed until the back of my knees hit the mattress. Before I could push past him, he shoved me onto the bed and leaned over me. Kyrie used both hands to pin both of my wrists above my head. His chest rose and fell with every breath, as his eyes searched mine like he was running out of time.

"Kaior," he said, breathing hard. "Just listen to me."

"Kyrie, what are you doing?"

"I'm not trying to hurt you." His tears dripped onto our joined hands. "I swear to God, I'm not trying to hurt you. I just need you to listen. Please. Just listen to me. Look at me."

"Let go of my hands."