Emma's POV
I slammed the door behind me with all the force I could muster. It wasn’t enough to release the tight knot in my chest, but at least it felt like something.
How could he do that? Treat me like I was nothing? After everything, after that kiss, he just acted like it never happened. Did he really think I was some kind of doormat?
“Emma,” I muttered to myself, trying to hold it together. “You're strong. You won’t cry over some stupid jerk.”
But, despite all my efforts, the tears still started falling. I wiped at my face angrily, but they came faster, like they had a mind of their own. What hurt more? The way he treated me? Or the fact that he couldn’t even acknowledge the kiss? Like it was a joke. Like we were a joke.
I spun around and paced the room. No. No, I couldn’t let m
