I don't want to hurt him, but I can't lie to him. "I never liked you. I'm sorry. I thought that if I agreed to date you, you'll eventually dump me and forget about me. I didn't count on you falling for me because you're Archer Bradshaw."
His jaws tighten as he stares at me with hatred.
“And Archer Bradshaw doesn't know how to love," he finishes my next sentence with a shaky breath.
"I'm sorry." I apologize. "I'm so sorry."
The roses in his hand and chocolate falls on the ground as he tries to stand up straight. "People think I'm heartless, cruel. But the real heartless person here is you. I like you. I
did everything for you. Why can't you like me back?"
I don't reply to his question. Instead, I just stand there. Looking down on the ground, not daring to look at him. I feel ashamed a
