[Emery's POV]
[Resolve]
"Well, here we are . . . See you when I see you."
"Wait!"
I seized his shirt when he was about to run towards Artem towering gates.
Now that the breeze and the walks made me somewhat sober –– I wanted to know his answer.
"You did not reply. Why not me?"
My voice was at the edge of dominance and arrogance, demanding a satisfactory answer from him.
Crying and letting the negative emotions poured out of my system worked wonders.
Lance looked at me before he heaved a heavy sigh.
"Em . . . I just . . . I just don't like you that way . . . I'm sorry."
. . .
. . .
I don't like you . . .
I don't like you . . .
My hands quivered. Strength was draining from me, and I released his shirt, which he took the opportunity to go inside the university.
My eyes followed him until I could no longer see even his shadow.
