Complicated.

His warm hands wrap around my bare waist.

"Tell me Amy, was yesterday nothing?" He asked softly, trailing soft kisses on my neck.

I swallowed, my hands grabbing hard on the sheets. "Nothing." I said.

I could hear him sighed in my hair. "Why do I even expect?" He let go of my waist and silently walk out of the room.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered. "You deserved better. A lot better." As tears are dripping on my lap.

"I love you, I really do. I just can't let you know that."

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"Do you hate me that much?"

"Yeah, I hate you. I hate you."
No, I do not.