Finn’s eyes cut to mine, and I can practically see his walls going back up.
“Don’t fucking do that,” he snaps.
“Do what?”
“Look at me like I’m a wounded puppy you want to nurse back to health.”
I ignore him.“Get off the bridge.”
“Just fucking go, Dia.” He shuts me out, diverting his focus to the emptiness beneath.
I spend the next five seconds searching for a way to get him to open up again, then a few more seconds disapproving of the only plan I came up with.
He got mad earlier.
No, he got murderous.
When the sketchy guy talked about touching me, he went crazy. Part of me would like to believe he did it because he cares about me. Even just a little bit…
So, I use the only leverage I have.
Myself.
My heart pounding in my ears, I step onto the bridge.
Don’t look down.
Don’t look down.
Finn’s rough voice cuts through the air instantly.
“Dia, what the fuck?”
Bingo.
I keep my head high, locking eyes with him across the bridge.
“What the fuck are you doing? Stay back,” he barks, extending one arm out like that’s going to stop me from getting any closer.
“What? So, it’s perfectly fine when you’re standing on a deadly bridge, but I can’t?” I point out.
Fuming, he stares daggers into my forehead.
“Why are you doing this to yourself?” I question.
“Dia, I swear to God, if you don’t turn your ass around right now—”
I cut in. “Answer the question. Why are you doing this to yourself?”
“Dia, stop!” he snaps, fear gleaming in his eyes, but I don’t heed his warning.
“Tell me why!”
That’s his snapping point.
“Because it should’ve been me.”
His voice is so piercing I stop dead. Just like that, the boy who claims to feel nothing drops his heart at my feet.