rolled my eyes and shrugged. “Go on then.” He turned back to face the window, taking a long sip of his coffee before he spoke. “Are you always going to hate me?” My chest cleaved apart, and I let the silence stretch as I bit my tongue on all the things I wanted to say in response to that. I wish I could hate you, but I feel something far worse than that. A love that won’t die for the man who broke me.
