Back in my room, I pace aimlessly, eyes unfocused, mind flooded with memories of Grey.
“I love her,” Grey had said before he left the country. Then silence. He read every message I sent but never replied. If he didn’t feel the same, why not say so? Why not tell me this through a damn text? He says he didn’t love me then, but he did. Grey from the past couldn’t stay away from me. Grey now? His eyes are cold, almost lifeless. He says he doesn’t love me and wants me to fake-date Miles. The old Grey would’ve lost his mind if another guy even looked at me. This one’s practically handing me off.
I drop onto the bed, and run my fingers through my hair roughly. Something’s off, I just don’t know what. God, this hurts. I cradle my head. I didn’t expect to be fighting this battle when Grey came ba
