-Amber-
He didn’t want me anymore… Of course, he didn’t! When he looked at me, he probably just saw my father. I lowered my eyes, and Ronan slowly let go of me, stepping back. Silence fell between us, and we stood like that for a moment before I stole a glance at him. He had his face buried in his hands, leaning slightly forward. Why did he look more devastated than I felt?
“I can’t stay here,” I whispered. I made my way to the door again, but before I could open it, Ronan placed his hand on it. I fought back tears, forcing down the lump in my throat.
“Just tell me why,” he whispered.
Why? I felt confused about what he meant.
“Why?” I whispered.
“Why do you hate me?”
Oh, that. Right… But did I hate him? No, not really. It just slipped out before I could stop myself.
“Just give me a
