"He doesn't like you, I'm not stupid," he said, somewhat annoyed, as if I had told him the opposite of that. He is not in love with you, he does not love you. He only humiliates you and has you as a toy to play with when he feels like being cruel. Are you going to tell me that you like that? That you still like him?
He remained serious and insistent, waiting for an answer he didn't mean to give.
"I don't know what exactly you want me to say," I said without even looking into his eyes so as not to lose strength in the lie. We already had this conversation and it ended badly.
"Nothing, you don't have to say anything," Viktor settled, harsh and as icy as he could be if he wanted to.
He got out of the back of the car. I felt the emptiness and the cold that he left in front of me. My disapp
