I stared at him in disbelief. All this time, he’d never phrased it like that. His protests had always been about some greater good, about the remorse he felt over being a monster or how it had scarred him from love. I’ve given up on you. Love fades. Mine has.
I backed up, the sting of those words hitting me as hard as if he’d slapped me. Something shifted in his features, like maybe he knew how much he’d hurt me. I didn’t stick around to see. Instead, I pushed my way out of the aisle and ran out the doors in the back, afraid that if I stayed any longer, everyone in the church would see me cry.