Page 48 of Cross + Catherine: The Companion

For her.

Even if it fucking killed him …

She’s better off.

She needs to get better.

She can’t do that with you.

It was his mantra on repeat.

Cross headed out of the bathroom, and unsurprisingly, found Zeke waiting for him. His friend leaned against the wall across from the bathroom. Cross joined him.

“I’m fine,” he said again.

Zeke nodded. “I know you’re not.”

“Yeah, well …”

“Yeah,” Zeke echoed.

A girl with a pretty face walked past them, and eyed Cross the whole way. She didn’t even attempt to hide her interest in the slightest.

“Maybe something like that is what you need,” Zeke murmured, eyeing the girl’s backside. “If you don’t want to talk your shit out, then why not try fucking it out with somebody?”

“Maybe,” Cross replied.

He headed in the opposite direction than the woman had gone.

“But no thanks,” he added.