ELLA

I arched an eyebrow and stopped myself from blurting the reply that was making its way to my lips as he continued talking. “No one was ready to explain what they thought was happening, no one wanted to sit with their emotions and be actual people. I… I don’t know how to explain it,” he stammered, and I gave him a knowing smile as a familiar feeling engulfed me.

“You don’t have to explain it, I understand,” I muttered, and he scoffed.

“No, you don’t,” he countered. I started to say something, but he continued speaking, ignoring my attempt to respond. “I couldn’t believe my eyes when they swung...