EIGHTY TWO

When I step out of the club, I feel the cold wind blowing through my skin, but it's nothing compared to the coldness I feel inside my heart. It's frozen, and the pain is like being stabbed by a thousand needles.

Prince pushes through the door right after me, and I whirl around, shooting him a glare.

I'm so broken and mad to the point that I feel numb. I can't even cry. The tears are pooling in my eyes, but they just won't fall.

No, I won't shed any tear in front of him. Not a single one.

"What the hell was that?" I snap, my voice shaking.

Prince runs his fingers through his hair, the frustration on his face telling me that it's killing him too.

I scoff. "Well?"

He shoots me a piercing look, but it's wavering and weaker than the usual. "Well, did you see me kissing her? Did I kiss her, or did she kiss me?" he shouts, talking as if it was not entirely his fault, like he didn't mean to do it.

I'm amazed at how he just ignored the actual fact and that he still managed to speak real