She actually said he had never been good to her. Couldn't she see his kindness?
"You're hurting me…" Phoebe whimpered, her pale fingers trying to pry his large hand away. When he didn't let go, instead tightening his grip, she stopped struggling, sniffling in frustration.
"You're going to marry Melissa! Why would you give me hope? You must be doing it on purpose, playing with my feelings, right? Don't you know I'm not as strong as you think? In situations like this, I only feel heartache, not knowing what else to do. You're such a jerk. Don't you know I… I don't want you to marry her. Don't you know I like you?"
Her voice broke, each word a mixture of accusation and confession.
"Damn it, who told you I'm getting married?" He looked down at her, and seeing her tears, his anger softened
