"You're thinking about her, aren't you." His voice distracted her from her thoughts.
It wasn't a question, but she answered it anyway. "Yes, I am." There was no point in lying. After so many years, Marius could see through her easily.
"Why don't you reach out to them?" he asked gently, running a hand through his hair. "I saw the way she looked at you right before they left. There's no way that she doesn't still love you."
"I turned her down." Marisol hunched her shoulders as old but never forgotten pain swept through her. Sometimes she had nightmares about that day. "I essentially told her to leave me because she had no chance. I'm sure she's moved on by now and even if she hasn't…" She trailed off, knowing that she didn't deserve that kind of devotion. It would be better if she had moved on. No one deserved to be second place.