Chapter 61

"I'm leaving, Norah," he whispers as he folds a shirt and stuffs it in the backpack. "What?" I ask, not believing what he's saying. "Why?" He shrugs, shoving another shirt into the backpack. "Why not? I'm not wanted here. You don't want me here, and I just don't feel like I belong. I don't belong." He zips up the main compartment of the backpack, which is full of clothes, and he opens the second pocket, starting to fill it with miscellaneous things that he had been given since we got her. "You know?" His eyebrows crease as he stops shoving things in the bag for a second. "Maybe you were right. Maybe I am better as a rogue." I open my mouth to say something, to speak my thoughts, but no words come out. I can't find the words to say and I'm afraid that if I speak the wrong ones, this whole situation will spiral downwards. I feel the tears I vowed to never shed pool in my eyes. My best friend is leaving me after everything we've gone through together