"You were crying. You were saying things... things that made me feel... things for you."
Tears ran down Ellie's pale cheeks as she didn't know how to feel about what he'd just said: ecstatic or dejected.
"What are you doing?" she whispered, a quiver threading the words. "Are you trying to destroy my life? Are you doing everything in your power to destroy me?!"
"What?" he murmured, his expression clouded with pain. He walked up to her, stopping a foot away. "I don't want to destroy you, Ellie. I want us to figure this out."
"There's nothing to figure out! We were drunk and—"
"No," he cut her off, shaking his head. "We agreed we weren't drunk. Alcohol had nothing to do with what happened, and you know it."
"It was late, and we were tired, and we were emotional because of Michela, and t
