Chapter 10
Marinel's POV
WE STAYED the night at the hotel. Enzo looked lifeless, with dull eyes. He just sat on the couch, deep in thought. I sat on the opposite couch.
"Enzo, that’s enough," I pleaded. He looked up at me.
"I love her," he said quietly.
It felt like something stabbed me deep inside when he said that.
"Love? If she loved you back, she would’ve shown up, right? She doesn’t love you anymore! Don’t you get it?!" I shouted with pain in my voice.
"You don’t know what I felt! You don’t know anything!" he yelled back. I stood up.
"Yeah, you’re right! I don’t know anything about love. I don’t know how painful it is. But what I do know is this— you can’t force someone to love you again or bring back a love that’s clearly over," I said, grabbed my things, and left the suite.
