“I’m sorry, Clark, “ I whispered, my eyes locking with his. “It’s over.” He flinched like I’d slapped him. "Don’t say that, Blake. I love you! I’ve loved you since the second I saw you.” Tears streamed down his face, his vulnerability laid bare before me. Old habits were hard to kill, and I wanted to wrap my arms around him, to make him feel better. I think I had loved him once, but not in the way he deserved to be loved. Not in the way I deserved to love someone.
