That night, the terrace was cold. I thought it might rain.
By the time Samuel caught up with me, I was already at the car.
He stopped two steps behind me.
Then I heard the dull thud of his knees hitting the ground.
"Charlotte, please marry me."
I didn't turn around.
"I'm begging you. I know I screwed up. I'm an i***t. The proposal, the gatherings with friends, Lillian... Just give me one more chance."
I turned.
He was kneeling there, that sparkling diamond ring gleaming in the dark.
I thought there might still be some flicker left in my chest.
But I felt nothing. Not even a ripple.
No hate. No pain. No satisfaction.
"Get up, Samuel. I don't feel anything for you anymore. I used to imagine that if you ever knelt before me, I'd hurl the cruelest words I could think of right at yo
