His words hit me like a slap. I stepped back, feeling like the ground had been ripped from beneath me. I couldn’t even recognize the man in front of me. I remembered the days when Enzo was playful, kind-hearted—someone I could trust. But now? It was like he was a stranger.
It was so easy for them to just dismiss me, to tell me to leave.
I looked at Marco, hoping, maybe, just maybe, he’d say something—anything to stop this, to show that there was still something left between us. But instead, he avoided my gaze, dismissing me without a single word. It stung, more than I expected. My heart dropped, and for a moment, I felt invisible.
Then my eyes moved back to Enzo. His face was empty, no emotion, no warmth. It was like the decision had already been made—there was no place for me here anymore.
"Okay, fine," I said, my voice trembling with a mix of hurt and pride. "If you want me to leave, then I will leave."
"Go," Enzo replied coldly, his words slicing through the air, his tone sharp and final. "And we are not going to stop you."
I marched up the stairs, each step heavier than the last, my heart sinking with every thought of the conversation I just had with Marco and Enzo.