“Okay, if you really choose me, then that means Amy’s out of the picture. Completely. No contact, no interference. Can you honestly do that?”
He hesitated, and in that hesitation, I saw the answer. He couldn’t do it. He’d never put me before Amy.
“You can’t, can you?” I whispered, the realization settling in. “Even now, you’re still choosing her over me.”
Steve’s lips pressed together tightly, but he said nothing.
“You know what? Let me save you the trouble, Steve. We’re done.” My voice was firm, unwavering. “Dragging this out is only going to make things worse for both of us. Let’s let each other go.”
His phone rang, momentarily easing the tension. He glanced at the screen, and I saw his mom’s name pop up.
Steve answered with a sigh. “Mom?”
I could hear his mother’s voice, frantic and emotional on the other end. “Steve, Amy’s fainted again! You need to come home now. That Claire girl is making a scene over nothing. You’ve got to fix this.”
Steve’s face hardened. "I'll be right there."
He hung up, his expression conflicted. He looked at me, his eyes pleading, but I had no sympathy left to give him.