Craig's eyes didn't waver.
He wasn't just watching, he was taking it all in, every shiver in her body, every tear she tried to brush away while leaning on Louis, every quiet tremble she thought went unnoticed. He saw every piece of her breaking down. It all hit him like a punch.
His hands rested on the steering wheel, tense but unmoving.
Not angry.
Just holding something in. He exhaled slowly, blinked hard, and bit the bottom of his lips without meaning to. He wanted so badly to be the one she turned to. The one she leaned on. But he couldn't.
What had Conor done to her ? What had he said ?
Craig's jaw clenched. The questions burned under his skin, but he couldn't say a word. He just sat there, stuck between wanting to protect her and knowing he couldn't fix what was already broken.
And he didn't leave. Even after she disappeared from view, even after Louis gently led her back to the car, picked up the broken phone she'd smashed, and drove away.
Craig stayed.
