"I'm sorry," he muttered quietly. I gaped at him. He was apologizing? He deserves to know what was happening, he did witness it after all. I just didn't know how to tell him but I knew I should. "You're probably wondering why."
"You don't have to-" Parker started but I had cut him off.
"Kyan was my boyfriend for three years. He knew how to make me happy. I had a lot of friends and a perfect boyfriend throughout high school. He knew how to treat me right. He made me laugh. I guess I was just blind. Turns out those three years I gave to him meant nothing to him," I paused to look at Parker who was watching me. His eyes held a strange emotion that I couldn't decipher.
I decided to continue. " The summer before senior year of high school, Kyan had been acting strange. He would get touchy an
