AMY
He wanted me out of his life and I wished I could stomp my feet on the group, pick up the little pride I had left and leave, but I couldn't - not yet. Maybe I needed to be pushed away further from him to understand what he was saying to me.
“Pete, you can't do this.”
“I can't?” he asked. “I'm asking you to let me go. This is for your own good as well, Amy. Don't make it sound like I'm doing this for a selfish reason.” Pete's expression didn't change one bit.
“Aren't you? Isn't this because you are selfish? You are thinking about yourself alone,” I said, my voice almost betraying me.
Pete didn't say any other word. He only looked down at his work, leaving me staring like an i***t. How pathetic he made me look.
Maybe I truly was pathetic.
I turned on my phone to check the time
