I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. My coffee slipped from my fingers and exploded on the concrete.
He heard the crash. Looked up. Saw me.
For one second — one eternal, excruciating second — I saw recognition in his eyes. Fear. Guilt.
Then nothing. His face went blank. He turned away, said something to the woman, and walked in the opposite direction.
Like I was a stranger.
Like he hadn't promised to love me until death did us part.
I ran after him. I don't remember deciding to — my body just moved.
"James! JAMES!"