Not satisfied yet, I kept going. “When you’re with Gideon, it’s called relaxing. Even when you’re exhausted, you’ll stay up to game with him, go camping with him, unwind with him. But the moment I ask you to talk when I can’t sleep, suddenly I’m the villain who won’t let you rest!”
“A relationship is between two people, so why does it feel like you’re just doing me a favor?!” I lamented.
I had completely unraveled that night—shaking, hysterical. And finally, I told her, “If you walk out that door, it’s over between us! As long as you go, we’re done!”
I saw her look at me then, her expression complicated. After a moment of hesitation, she took a step toward me.
My heart leapt. I thought maybe she finally heard me. Maybe she finally chose me over him. Perhaps the scales tipped in my favor.
Then Gideon called. He asked if she’d left yet, if she was on her way. He even laughed and said, “Dahlia, everyone’s joking that you’re too scared to come because Spencer controls you. I defended you, you know? Told them you’d definitely come, that you’re not scared of your boyfriend. You won’t let me down, right?”
And without hesitation, she stepped back.