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Nate's POV

I didn’t say anything as I left. There was no point. I stood, leaning against the hallway wall as I stared at the storm outside. I couldn't shake off how worried I was about her.

But the way she had looked at me, with so much bitterness in her eyes, I could not come close. I deserved all the hate she directed at me for everything I had done to her. She was bearing all the weight, the pain of her recent loss and I was in the middle of it all.

That didn't stop me from fretting over her. She was slowly falling apart and I couldn't just watch her without doing nothing. I needed her to be okay.

I slid down the wall and sat on the floor, running my hands through my hair in frustration. I just couldn't bring myself to leave.

The sound of thunder rolled through the house and I could almost imagine Vivian flinching under her covers. I rested my head on the wall, eyes closed listening to the muffled sounds of the storm. It was comforting in a weird way.

I wasn't sure how long I