Amelia
I gape at him, waiting for him to say he’s just kidding, but when he says nothing, I know he’s not. He’s as serious as can be. I can’t go through this with him again, his f*cking hot and cold behavior.
“Are you f*cking serious?” I ask, my arms akimbo.
I didn’t even get the chance to tell him that Claire won’t say anything. He just rushed to cease what we have, like he’s been waiting for the opportunity to do so.
“Yes,” he answers, though that question was kinda rhetorical.
“Martin, if you push me away this time, there’s no coming back from this,” I tell him, making it known that this is the last time I’m going to take his bullsh*t.
“I’ve made up my mind. This is going to blow up in our faces, so it’s best if we end it right here right now,” he says, not even having the b*lls
