@lossantoscrew // cont. from (x)
A hand shot out to grab her wrist, even though he wasn’t looking at her. With his eyes trained on the spot in front of him she just left, he spoke. “It’s going to be too difficult with what we’ve got coming up to have to talk someone new through it, and we work too well together. You don’t have to leave. It will go away at some point…” Though he sounded rather uncertain about that last one.
Meg froze at his touch, her breath caught in her throat. She didn’t look back at him. She just listened. It was desperation. He was grasping at straws. One of the other girls could pick it up. She could have them up to speed fairly quick. Sure, they work well together, but he’d get used to someone else. She couldn’t be around him. He was a distraction, a weakness. It could compromise their work because she would put him first. “It will go away?” Meg turned to look at him incredulously. “I don’t have a cold, Gavin. It doesn’t work like that. Did you not understand anything I said? Think of it like you broke me beyond repair. I won’t work with you.”










