LYRON
"The question here is do you still love him?" He stared directly into my soul. I haven't had someone ask me that directly in a while, my eyes faltered and my mouth wouldn't move. I couldn't answer the question and it became clear what the problem was.
"Dylan, I can't... I don't know," I looked away from him.
"You still have some feelings left for him, don't you?" His eyes went dim.
"I never said that," I mumbled knowing fully well that he was right.
"Then, all you have to do is give me a chance. If you find someone new, you'd eventually forget about him," he pleaded with me.
"Dylan, I don't love you," I felt bad for having to tell him like this but I truly didn't see him as anything more than a friend. "I'm sorry."
I withdrew my hand and walked away without spa
