Silent tears streamed down my face, and Jared walked up to me and cupped my cheeks with his hands. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I know I can make this up to you. Don’t hate me.” I shook my head. “I don’t hate you. I mean I’m a little pissed, but mostly I just hate the wasted time.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. “You said you loved me. I hate that we lost that,” I said sadly.
