Caitlyn's POV
I listened to Raymond's confession, but it didn't stir a thing inside me.
Oh, Lily! Men are always like this—when you need them, they act indifferent, ignoring your needs, and you always come last.
"Raymond, I don't need your words. You don't have to keep coming back."
Raymond seemed sad, his grip tightening on my arm as he shook me.
"Why, Caitlyn? No, it's not that... I'm worried about you. Richard ran off."
I interrupted him. "Okay, Raymond. You act like you care so much, like you love me. But why do I have to accept your love? Oh! It is just ridiculous. I'm exhausted. I don't have the energy to argue with you about what's right or wrong. Maybe I'm wrong, but this is the life I want. I'm sure you know what I mean."
Raymond looked at me with such deep affection, then
