Martin was pointedly ignoring her. What had she done? He had been trying to get to her and she'd kissed that guy! The guy who'd then proceeded to drag him out of the bathroom and to his seat. maybe he felt guilty? That doesn't matter. She still kissed him. She placed her hand on his cheek and said sorry. It was just a word. It had no real meaning. He imperceptibly snorted and continued to ignore her.
He hated to do this, but he was hurting. He wouldn't even be here if that guy hadn't dragged him out. He hated her. Well, no, he didn't, he loved her, but he hated what she'd done. How she'd done it. He continued to stare out the window. The natural beauty, still overshadowed by Auvrea, the image in his mind eclipsing everything else. He rested his head against the pane and a tear trickled down his cheek.