"Did you ever like me?"
This was the question weighing his heart for months. This was the question that made him anxious, feeling less of a man. This was the question for her appearing every time in his mind even though he was together with Sisley. This was the question that made him blame her for everything. Justifying his actions for betraying her. Comparing her every chances he got. Pointing at her character every time they were together. Ridiculing every little actions she took.
He was bitter.
He was angry.
He was sad.
He was . . . hurt.
Hurt since he truly liked her. Had given his attention and affection to her only to feel that his affection wasn't mutual.
Evangeline's icy countenance wavered and the coldness in her gaze cracked. Her eyes stung and moistened . . . or was it the effects of the light?
