"Don't walk away, Bella!" He called after me. "Don't leave because things got hard now." "Don't you see," I laughed at my naïvety. "It's always been hard. We were just too preoccupied and too in love to see it." I turned my heels and walked away from him, from how I felt, from my mother, from Amelia, from everything and anything that hurt. I never looked back.