His words, however unintentional, struck her like a physical blow. She flinched away from him, certain in that moment that this was some sort of revenge for kissing Noble. Ezra could have offered a whole host of polite excuses, could have agreed and then canceled at the last minute, anything other than the piercing unintentional barb.

Rosalie barely heard his reasonings. This was why she had packed the notes into her trunk and abandoned all hope with him. This ache pulsing through her veins was why she'd sworn to dedicate herself to moving on. Rosalie couldn't do this, not with him, not anymore. She couldn't keep reliving this pain time and time again.

"I didn't realize my presence was harmful to you." Rosalie managed, her voice cracking with unshed emotions. "I - I wish you - " she didn't finish, couldn't unless she wanted to be further mortified and cry in front of him as well.

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