"Don't you dare turn your back on me, Kristoff!" I yelled at him as I desperately fought off the tears trying to escape my eyes.
After a moment, he turned to face me.
"I've had enough of you. I've had enough of this, Darla. This," Kristoff made a sweeping gesture encompassing the space between us, "whatever this is, it's over."
"Why?" A sob rose to my throat, choking the other words I wanted to say.
His gaze met mine, unsteady, as though he was searching for something within the depths of my irises. And when he found none, he said, "Because you never loved me, Darla. You just used me."
"We used each other!" I snapped back. "It's not just me, and you know it. And don't say that I did not love you, Kris. Hell knows I tried to love you! I've tried so fvcking hard to love you. I've
