“Please,” he begged, reaching for my hand, but I pulled back. “I’ll end it with Leah. I swear. I’ll do whatever it takes to fix this.”
I shook my head, tears spilling down my cheeks. “It’s too late.”
“Luna, I love you,” he whispered, desperation in his voice. “I never stopped loving you.”
“Love?” I laughed bitterly. “If this is your version of love, Damon, then I want no part of it.”
He looked lost, like he didn’t know what to say, how to fix the mess he had created. But I was past the point of caring. I was done waiting for him to realize what he had lost.
“I want the rejection, Damon,” I said, my voice steady. “And I’m leaving tonight!”
