“Aren’t you?” There’s cruelty in his voice now, a deliberate attempt to hurt. “You’ve known this human for what, a few years? Spent maybe two hours total with him during all that time? He says he loves you, and you’re ready to believe him. You don’t even know what love feels like, but you’re convinced that’s what this is because he told you so.”
“That’s not fair.”
“It’s completely fair.” His voice turns harsh, almost vicious. “You’re so desperate to be wanted that you’ll settle for the first person who shows you basic kindness. You think gratitude is the same thing as love.”
Tears burn behind my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall.
“At least Andrew wants me. At least he thinks I’m worth loving, unlike some people who find me nothing but annoying.”
The words hang between us like a chal
