Amanda steps closer, but this time, I don’t move. She approaches me and snakes her arms around my torso. She peers up at me, those blue eyes glistening red and a trail of tears staining her cheeks. “I love you,” she feebly implores. “I…” I hesitate but she weakly smiles nonetheless, standing straighter against me. “I don’t love you.”
LMAO OUCH BJT SHE DESERVES THAT
