A fool in love

As soon as David ended the call, Sammy slumped onto the bed and suddenly began to sob.

David gritted his teeth in frustration before sitting next to her, attempting to hug her, but she pushed him away. “Don't touch me, David. You clearly still love her,” she accused.

“Of course not. I stopped loving her three years ago, Sammy,” David said, his voice firm but gentle.

Sammy looked up to gaze at him, then motioned at his phone with her reddened eyes. "Then what was that all about?”

“I was worried. Her mental health is fragile,” David explained, his tone softening.

Sammy rolled her eyes. “That was not the point, David. Did you see your face when you were receiving the call? That doesn't look like worry to me. You still care about her romantically. You nearly exposed the fact that you are still in town to her.”

David sighed, his shoulders slumping. “What do you want me to do now?” he asked, his voice laced with exhaustion.

Sammy suddenly hugged him tightly and said, “Tell me you do not lov