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Kian's POV

The loud silence wasn't enough to hush up what I felt about her reaction to my words. Even as I drove back home, I couldn't help but mock myself within me, how I had showed my feelings, and come clean to her, only for her to act like I hadn't said anything—like all I had been doing wasn't love, at all.

“What did she think we were?” I asked myself wantonly. Everything we’ve been doing portrayed love. The intimacy, the care, the attention, even our fights were mostly because we cared about each other.

I mean she slept in my bed, we made love, I had shown her every side of me. My weaknesses, I told her about my most vulnerable moments, what did she think all those were for? My mind was going haywire thinking about the way Lessia had stylishly rejected me. Because that was what it was, a rejection.

I was beginning to regret it all. Confessing my feelings to her. I should have just continued to act like a friend to her, rather than impose anything on her. I wished it were poss