Sunlight reflected off his mirror, blinding her. She groaned and covered her big green eyes, punching him in the shoulder.
"You're way too self-centered," she growled.
"It's better than loving someone who doesn't like you back," he shot. Then he felt guilt flood through him as hurt filled her eyes. She turned away, shoulders hunched, as she struggled not to cry.
He tried to reach out, tried to tell her he hadn't meant what he said, but the words were stuck in his throat. She was steadily getting further and further away, and he couldn't say a word.
"I…" She was nearly gone.
"I'm sorry!" he shouted, but she had disappeared around the corner of the brownstone, and now he was alone. His words filled the empty air, and his self-absorbed heart felt a pang of sorrow… for someone else.
Click.