Ember's Pov
I didn't flee from the bathroom, although, considering how I felt on the inside. I couldn't believe Paris's audacity.
I couldn't believe myself as well.
Why was it that after all of this time, he still had some power over me? Why was it that every time I thought I was done with him, things like this would happen that would only make me feel like my feelings were tumbling over and trying to fight their way back to him? I was fed up with him. Fed up with constantly feeling this way. Fed up with the whole idea of love.
It was Paris's fault that I could not love Jean the way he deserved, Paris's fault that I was stuck wondering when I would ever heal, stuck wondering if I would ever truly be enough. And then yet, I was still stuck on him. And I hated it. Hated constantly feelin
