"My god, can't you understand?" I yelled at him. "Understand what? You're acting insane!" He countered in the midst of our heated argument in the kitchen. I couldn't bear listening to him talk about her, it was unfair.

"I'm in love with you!"

"What?"

"I'm..." I muttered, my hands shaking. I didnt mean to reveal my feelings, especially not like this. I know he didn't feel that way towards me.

"I love you," I declared, standing in front of him, tears trembling in my eyes, threatening to spill. I bit my lip in a desperate attempt to hold them back. I felt small, so humilated. Exposed in my vulnerability.

He leaned over the counter, covering his face with his hands, and let out a sigh.

“Lana..” he lifted his head, lookimg at me.

“No. Don’t.” Tears beginning to stream down my face, already aware of what he was going to say

“I’m sorry-“ he begins but i quickly interrupted him.

“I know.”