“Care!” The word breaks on a sob. “You don’t get to care about me one minute then treat me like I’m nothing the next, you don’t get to make me feel things then tell me I’m stupid for feeling them—”
“I never said you were stupid—”
“You said I was delusional, you said I was living in a fantasy, same thing—”
Silence falls between us. He’s staring at me with an expression I can’t read.
“Take the rest of the day.” His voice is quiet now. “Go home, clear your head—”
“So you can what? Pretend this conversation never happened? Add it to the list of things we’re not allowed to talk about?”
“I’m trying to give you space—”
“I don’t want space, I want answers!” I’m crying again, angry tears that I can’t stop. “I want to know why you kissed me if you regret it so much, I want to know why you’re
