APRIL's POV
"I'm going inside. You should come too—it's freezing out here."
"I'll stay a little longer. I haven't quite pulled myself together yet," I said, even though I was shivering.
"Then take my jacket," he offered, already moving to take it off.
Before he could slip it from his shoulders, I reached out and grasped his wrist, stopping him. My fingers trembled slightly from the cold, but my voice came out firmer than I intended.
"I don't want it."
A flicker of confusion crossed his expression. But I didn't care.
"I wish you didn't love me."
Those words still echoed inside me, sharp as shattered glass, cutting through every fragile piece of hope I had left. His dark brown eyes had met mine without hesitation, without regret. Not a single trace of doubt marred his features when
