"Go," he said quietly.
I clutched my bag, my knuckles likely turning white. I gave him a nod, knowing he was right. Any further moment I spent with him would only cause more hurt later.
I stood up, walked toward him, and placed one hand on his chest. "Promise you will never forget me."
"Never," he said and leaned forward that my lips parted, a hush of breath escaping as I anticipated one last kiss. But then he leaned back and motioned toward the door again. Now I hated that stupid door.
"Go, Isabel."
I loved the way he called my name, but now it sounded strained. I gave him one last look. This was a face I would be seeing again. How would I react next to Harry Hulk, knowing I had kissed his past self?
My feet dragged toward the door. I paused and turned; he was watching me with an intense gaze. He gave me a small smile, and I returned it before finally walking out. I stood in the hallway, my heart clenching with pain.
