I couldn't hold back my tears any longer, the emotional turmoil reaching a breaking point. My heart ached, and I struggled to comprehend the conflicting emotions that enveloped me.
"Paul, it's too late. I'm sorry, but I'm unable to return with you at this time," I whispered, the weight of my decision settling into the somber atmosphere.
"Let me go, Paul," I responded quietly, my voice a plea for freedom. "I want to stay with him."
"You don't love him," Paul said, breaking the silence that lingered between us.
"You just care about me."
"Why do you think that?" I questioned, the complexity of my emotions laid bare in the dimly lit car.
A sinister grin adorned Paul's face as he claimed, "Because I can see your love for me in your eyes, that I didn't see for him."
"I hate you," I erupted, the intensity of my emotions boiling over.
"I just have feelings for Derek," I countered, attempting to assert my truth amid the tumult.
