After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
“Well, you are. And you should’ve realized that before. I’ve always loved you more than you love me and—”
“That’s not true! I love you more than anyone has ever loved another person. I went through hell, too, Tessa. I’ve been sick, literally, without you. I’ve barely eaten, I know I look like shit. I was doing this for you so you could move on,” he explains.
“That doesn’t even make any sense.” I push my damp hair away from my face.
“Yes, it does. It does make sense. I thought if I stayed out of your life, you could move on and be happy without me, with your own Elijah.”
“Who’s Elijah?” What is he talking about?
“What? Oh, Natalie’s fiancé. See, she found someone to love and marry her; you can, too,” he tells me.
“But that someone’s not you . . . is it?” I ask him.
A few seconds pass and he doesn’t say anything. His expression is puzzled and frantic as he tugs at his hair for the tenth time in the last hour. Slivers of orange and red light are beginning to appear behind the large houses on the block, and I need to get inside before everyone wakes up and I have to shame-walk past them in boxers and high heels.
“I didn’t think so.” I sigh, not allowing any more tears to be shed for him, not until I’m alone, at least.
Hardin stands in front of me with a completely blank expression as I pull up Landon’s number and ask him to open the door for me. I should have known that Hardin was only going to fight enough to get me out of Zed’s apartment. Now that he actually has the perfect opportunity to tell me everything I need to hear, he’s standing there in silence.
“COME ON, IT’S FREEZING,” Landon says and closes the door behind me.
I don’t want to push my problems on Landon right now. He only got home from New York a few hours ago, and I need to not be selfish.
He grabs the blanket that hangs over the back of the chair and drapes it over my shoulders. “Let’s go upstairs before they get up,” he suggests, and I nod.
My entire body and mind are numb from the snow and Hardin. I glance at the clock as I follow Landon up the stairs; it’s ten till six. I need to get into the shower in ten minutes. It’s going to be a long day. Landon opens the door to the room I’ve been staying in and turns the light on as I walk over to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Are you okay? You look like you’re freezing,” he says, and I nod. I’m grateful for him not asking what I’m wearing and why.
“How was New York?” I ask, but I know my voice comes out monotone and uninterested. The thing is, I am interested in my best friend’s life, I just have no emotions left to show.