"Griffin." I followed him down the street as he strode over to his car. He had parked in a different position today.
I had to call him for the fourth time before he halted and spun around.
"Did you know?" His wild eyes were curious and flaming, but he tried to control his emotions.
"Knew what?" My voice came out as a whispered.
"About me?" He points out, running his hands through his blonde hair.
"I—Griffin I. . ." It was so hard to swallow the sizeable sour lump blocking my throat. I couldn't make an actual sentence.
"You knew... didn't you?" He shook his head in a dramatic way. "Yet you invited me? You left me in shadow for weeks without telling me?" He processed, and I couldn't argue with him. I lured him to a trap knowingly.
I stood before him, thoroughly sobbing for what I had
