APRIL's POV
Kissing him had been a mistake. A terrible, irreversible mistake.
I had known it the moment my lips touched his. Because he had pushed me away, and he had a girlfriend, but just because I had wanted him to hate me for it, I made that mistake anyway.
I had kissed him knowing he wouldn’t love me back. Knowing it would only push him further away. I had wanted him to resent me, to throw me out of his life completely—because the thought of him treating me with indifference, of not caring at all, was unbearable.
At least if he hated me, he would still see me. But I had been wrong. So terribly wrong.
The look in his eyes when he pulled away hadn’t been anger. It hadn’t even been disgust. It had been nothing. Like I wasn’t even worth the effort of hating. And now, hours had passed
