SADE

He didn’t start gently; he didn't sugarcoat his words. And maybe that was the worst part, because I was still sitting there with my heart open, still exposed from admitting something that had taken me days to build the courage to say, and instead of reaching for it, he pushed it back toward me like it didn’t belong to him.

“You don’t really love me,” Kross said, his voice calm in a way that felt cruel because it didn’t match how loud my heart suddenly became.

I blinked at ...